Thursday, June 22, 2006

To forget or to remember

To fly? To float? Maybe! But
To forget is not my desire.
There now lie my rough notes
Where I once forgot destiny
In the undercoats of thoughts
To be lost for once and all.
To remember would thus be
A privilege that I should seek.
Or so it would seem from far
A whisper captive in a jar
Is not a beautiful sight to
Dream of. But to forget it
Turns out is a bliss. To leave
That which I cannot believe.
And let the dried up wounds
Remain covered up with silks
While memories fade away
Into oblivion. A stroke of
Destiny to silence desires.


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