Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks November 2014: Remembrance | 页面 19

She led me to Lethe
Where the poppy flowers dream
Saw smoke from their bosom
Floating downstream.
She turned to me surely
Said ‘To truly forget
You must drink from the waters
Of passing regret.’
Said I, ‘It’s not amnesia
That I want from you
It’s moving on
That I need to do.’
And under the shade
Of my dear Willow tree
She took my hands slowly
And set my mind free.

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