"An Elephant never forgets", they say.
An Elephant never forgets.
From the moment they're born
Sixty to seventy years more,
And yet an Elephant never forgets.
I think about how an Elephant never forgets,
No, an Elephant never forgets.
Their mother's embrace,
Their favored drinking place,
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He was the type that's always dirty
A sloppy eater no one wanted
To sit next to him at lunch
Lonely, myself, but I wasn't desperate
All year, we bullied him
Saying he was so slow, and no one wanted
To be his friend
I always wondered what he was thinking
He was always happy
With a brown and crooked smile
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The beauty of our love,
Is a sight to behold,
As we journey together,
On paths that love has told.
With the grace of your movement,
And the sparkle in your eyes,
I am lost in the beauty,
Of the love that never dies.
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Memories fade,
like paintings on a wall,
the images still exist
but the luster not at all.
I try to recall an old song,
but the words are now unclear.
The melody I once loved,
I can no longer hear.
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Let us use straw to make gold
and stone to carve diamond rings
Your tears to form crystals
and our misery to brew priceless wine.
Let us make ink from our mistakes
and a pencil from our missed opportunities.
Let us use silence to make noise
and noise to use our violent voices.
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My mind had often wondered of a world beyond our hold,
where every soul reveals its secrets and all the truth untold.
With age our youth will fade,
and with hope our lives ignite.
In a withered cage the soul remains,
till the day that brings delight.
Promises made are hard to keep,
but in honour I find my pride.
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The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
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Blithe humour yearns for
Pridian vagaries before now,
Trusting the mooring of able
Ships on clear waters of
Mirror images.
Wistful, our call on the sere
Tongue of harmattan, when
Pines whistled in unison to
Welcome straying and returning
Birds – black confetti over
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Under the first rain's gentle embrace,
I sat at the gate, a smile on my face,
Inhaling the earth's sweet, familiar scent,
"Mitti ki khushboo," a cherished event.
Once, I'd envisioned us dancing in the rain,
Laughing and walking, free from all pain,
But today, as the raindrops fell from above,
I found solace in nature, in the absence of love.
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Roses for a Lover, Idealized
by Michael R. Burch
When you have become to me
as roses bloom, in memory,
exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,
will I recall—yours made me bleed?
When winter makes me think of you—
whorls petrified in frozen dew,
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