Echo Muses 3.

A golden lotus for a golden pavilion

He told her to repeat it.

I memorize it for her.
Keepsake on a golden pavilion box.

   Pink peaks will rise again,
To tame the wildlings of the heart.
In ashen — passion;

We can still exist.

In memory of my fave poet: Sylvia Plath

Poem and Art by: Naomi Ruth S.W.

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