My memory, we must not go to that place


My memory, we must not go to that place where she is.
  We must not open the door of her remembrance.
      Although it makes us smile,
         yet it brings with it the sadness of winter.
          She is gone as the past ages.
        She has departed from us like yesterday.
 
 We must keep her locked away until sight awakens what we have buried deep in the island of  insensibleness.
 
 
K.Oni

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