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Forgetting

The flowers are wilted now and everything starts to fade ... The way she looked, smelled, and tasted are blending into the shade... Abstract memories of her dancing silhouette, still haunt my vague dreams. Nothing is really at all what it seems. I can no longer remember our mundane conversations... Our poetic contemplations... Our eloquent frustrations... Or our elaborate condemnations... It is all fading into a blurry grey soup of something called, forgetting...

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Beata Agustin

Date: 4/14/2023 8:22:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts about forgetting through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.