The Lost Year


My diary was never opened,
And so the year remains silent.
Washed away by apathy,
Lost to posterity,
Lost to me.

How cruel my poor memory,
How blurred the images,
Like a vegetable soup
Swirling
Into a green sadness.



Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-12-18 at 19:58

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Esti D-G
Thanks Inked, I agree with you! we seem to have the same taste!
Merry Christmas and a brilliant , productive and poetic New Year!
Luv esti
2005-12-22


Inked.
The last line really completes it, well done =]
2005-12-18