Let It Be Forgotten

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,

Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.

Let it be forgotten forever and ever,

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

 

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten

Long and long ago,

As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall

In a long-forgotten snow.

-Sarah Teasdale

 

Taken October 2007, at Lake Crabtree in Raleigh, NC

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