author unknown Biography

I cannot remember Yesterday,
He went away.
I asked him what the trouble was,
He would not say;
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I wonder if the trees can hear me
When I scream aloud,
Or if the dandelion screams,
When I pick him out.
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In this world of bitter ends,
Long lost letter to a friend:
This is my entry.
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I don't know if time passes or not,
Or if it all comes together with spontaneity.
And though we think we are living-
Sequential lives,
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You may think, at times, that the world is fatal
That all just dies, and drifts, and slowly fades away
That these lives we slave for now,
Mean nothing to the end.
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