I can't always let it be
forgotten like a flower is
forgotten. Withering in a
vase on a kitchen table
next to the finest china
and silverware.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:29 AM UTC
I can't always let it be
forgotten like a flower is
forgotten. Withering in a
vase on a kitchen table
next to the finest china
and silverware.
A Response Poem to "Let it be Forgotten" by Sara Teasdale
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