Differences

Me, myself
And others’ otherness…
It is a matter of
Love, empathy, openness.

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Goodbye

There I came,
Where I never thought I could be
To have my last chance to see
What you have left me
In what of you was left.

In that room I was
Still able to feel you
As if you have decided
To leave me gradually.

I was not prepared
To let you go
And still I am not used
To live without you.

It’s like the mourning bell
Has never stopped its symphonies
And you are trapped in
the secrets lands of my memories.

And so your death still stays
In my daily cry,
A never ending way
To say you my goodbye.

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