‘I Forget Myself’ - poem

I Forget Myself

I forget myself like a cloud,

I sing and I sing

and I spin to the future

in mists of white washed wool

when a bird flew past the window, 

making the room seem to blink,

making me remember myself. 

                                   Robert Faeth

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