📚And how do you forget now?📖
The soul is kind to the edge.
Such a strange poison
I have never drank
Such pure sadness,
Such a thirsty thirst,
Such a cry in silence,
Such a radiance around.
Such starry silence.
Such immensity in the day! ..
These may not even be poems,
And the flowers thrown at you.
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