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A song of beauty, a storm of sadness Coexist in my heart Neath the stone cold outer, it hurts and heals Letting in gale after gale, not once the lock holding fast Limerence and love collide, collide Reality and fantasy alternate, tide after tide In one life, we live a million different lives In one life, we traverse a thousand miles Knowing or unknowing, we touch many a life Some left despondent, some with smiles So much to do, so much to say So much regret we carry, each and every day So many lessons learnt, yet not one nigh Not one nigh the art of saying goodbye Clouded by hunger and bound by thirst We see what we want to, unless coerced Nostalgic, for the past we mourn and yearn The present awaits us, undiscerned Life passes us by, mutely we spectate Gate-crashed by ebbs and flows, rendered desolate We do things wrong, we do them right Lost in the immense horizon, we lose sight Whatever our secrets, we confide in the night For, the moon and stars, hold wisdom erudite Long after it is gone, we stay and wait What holds us back, it never abates All the will we summon goes awry For never have we known the art of saying goodbye
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
The Art of Saying Goodbye
A song of beauty, a storm of sadness Coexist in my heart Neath the stone cold outer, it hurts and heals Letting in gale after gale, not once the lock holding fast Limerence and love collide, collide Reality and fantasy alternate, tide after tide In one life, we live a million different lives In one life, we traverse a thousand miles Knowing or unknowing, we touch many a life Some left despondent, some with smiles So much to do, so much to say So much regret we carry, each and every day So many lessons learnt, yet not one nigh Not one nigh the art of saying goodbye Clouded by hunger and bound by thirst We see what we want to, unless coerced Nostalgic, for the past we mourn and yearn The present awaits us, undiscerned Life passes us by, mutely we spectate Gate-crashed by ebbs and flows, rendered desolate We do things wrong, we do them right Lost in the immense horizon, we lose sight Whatever our secrets, we confide in the night For, the moon and stars, hold wisdom erudite Long after it is gone, we stay and wait What holds us back, it never abates All the will we summon goes awry For never have we known the art of saying goodbye
This speaks about how difficult it is for us to let go and say goodbye to something that doesn't exist anymore.
#love#past#present#future#night#pain#goodbye#bye#farewell
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Pamela
19/F/India
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
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