With the year about to end, so must other matters in our lives. Sometimes, we have to close one door for another to open. Let the old make way for the new. Rather than the end, focus on the new beginning.
Flight
It flutters hard on its gossamer wings
the last happy memory I have of you
Like back in time, when my heart sings
at the very mere thought of you
But alas, it is time for me to be gone -
to walk another road
So, I am steeling myself for the moving on
and finally, I let this last memory of you erode
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It flutters hard - the last happy memory of you. But it is time for another road. So, I am moving on.
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Photo by my friend Bem :) Dedicated to those who are still holding on to a broken relationship or an ex. Originally written for and posted in the now defunct Niume. Happy New Year! :)