Wednesday, August 8, 2012


(Oh, this is such an old poem... was lying as a draft. Just posted it)

Let me go, dear old love,
Call me not, don't cry behind
Allow me now, to walk away!

I asked, hold me close one last time,
Tell me stories, laugh together
Touch my soul, one last time.

World is busy, life happening,
Never crossing streets, for that meeting.
Dying we live, but living we die.

Then, you were scarce, your promises endless.
Now, my heart is weary, my body old,
Clear my debt, I am dying to the past.

Find new love and new engagements
easy connections and smooth conversations.
I only want few words of parting,
Say good-bye, my dear old love!

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