I met you so many times in different colors, one after the other,
All those times, I hoped not to meet you ever again,
And this my friend, is not the last time to hope that in vain,
I know you'll find your way back to me and I to you,
But the first time to embrace you,
You remind me that I'm imperfect,
And make me see the righteous,
P.S; I still hope not to meet you ever again.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 2:11 PM UTC
I met you so many times in different colors, one after the other,
All those times, I hoped not to meet you ever again,
And this my friend, is not the last time to hope that in vain,
I know you'll find your way back to me and I to you,
But the first time to embrace you,
You remind me that I'm imperfect,
And make me see the righteous,
P.S; I still hope not to meet you ever again.
The point is not, not to make a mistake, for we are human & it'd be foolish to imitate perfection, but to EMBRACE it, LEARN from it and MOVE FORWARD.
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