Lethe
The sky is silent,
cold, and the wind, no more, bears
flames, from my sunset;
will I forget this pain, when
I dissolve to dust, again?
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
Lethe
The sky is silent,
cold, and the wind, no more, bears
flames, from my sunset;
will I forget this pain, when
I dissolve to dust, again?
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025