I was already forgetting me.

A penchant
Had a stubborn stay,
Through going into growing
And delay from ordered decay.
Yet here it was as is otherwise
An identity of last cause,
Through worn years
Of first eyes.

Categories: Art, Creative Writing, Drawing, Fairytale, Photography, Poem, Poetry, WritingTags: , , , , , , , , ,

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