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 Jan 2013 Amastea
Brian Abira
I hope I will not forget.

I know who I was
I know who I am
I know who I want to be.

I remember what I thought
and I remember what I learned
for me to think as I do.

I don't know the future, but as it unfolds
I hope I do not forget what has passed
For it is passage to what is present.

In the present, I will use the past to map out my future.

The past is currently the blueprint for the future

So dont forget.
 Jan 2013 Amastea
Tori D
Birds
 Jan 2013 Amastea
Tori D
They rise from the treetops.
Black, hollow, plain.
Looking like black snow
falling from the sky.
They are silent and beautiful.
Against the grey backdrop of
the sky, they are ink drops--
ink drops that
move with the wind.
And just as suddenly as
they appeared,
they are gone.

— The End —