"THE ANCIENT MEMORIES OF ‘PRISTINE’ “ in "RESTLESS: POETICALLY-SPEAKING"
- Jan. 18, 2016, 9:21 a.m.
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- Public
I am in awe
long enough to stare at it
I’ve seen it long before
with a mind so ancient
Yes, it is it
white as snow in The Antarctic
thawing per cubit
defeated by this earth’s rising heat
like a piece of paper without the stroke of a pen
or fabric without stains
Oh, how I miss it
‘though not all will return as a clean slate
Once upon a time,
that is just the colour
of the hearts of all living mortals…
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