M u n e
resurrected
I lovvvee writing overly dramatic little poems with no rhyme or reason. It is nice to place my feelings into something different :-)
Forget Me Not
there is an amnesia that accompanies the night and its drifting luminaries
the sun has forgotten the sky for a few hours
the world finds solace in its forgetfulness until it recalls.
sleep.
sleep, until your eyes catch glimpses of another light that bends the morrow
sleep, until there is nothing left to remember,
and wake as though everything may be gone
forget not, sun. there will always be morning
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