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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