"abstenia" poems
Do my words in absentia
I won't be there
do my wife
do my strife
do my life
I won't be there.
Do my cares
do my woes
do my river flows
my Aspens singing in the winds and rains
my Rhotodendrines flowering in the spring
Night Blooming Jasmine memories
do them for me
in abstenia
I won't be there
They say
you live as long
as the memory of you remains
remember me
in abstenia
I won't be there. . .
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC