Let us retire our bones and escape from the world
to our little house on the lake— the lake
where all the undiscovered poets went to die.
It is there I wish to remain with you
until we are turned into ash.
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Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry.. written by me.
The Lake
Let us retire our bones and escape from the world
to our little house on the lake— the lake
where all the undiscovered poets went to die.
It is there I wish to remain with you
until we are turned into ash.