The Past Is A Faithtful Reminiscer Of The Heart

into the lake the past
takes a slow, silent breathe
bathing with the swans of time
engulfing air and releasing
bubbles of the water of memories
swallowing spitting
not only what is necessary
but something bittersweet
and expendable.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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