Lost Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Lost



Here today, tomorrow torn,
uprooted tree, branch twig.
Silently watch worn
stops forever, lost hair - wig
replaced - together buried. Morn:
sightless eyes, no final swig,
leaving Lethe lost to mourn.

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(24 February 2014)
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