A FAREWELL

Men and women live.
With so much pain, stitched poorly on and under the skin.
Over and over again.
Open wounds can't heal on open wind which brings the dust of memories.
But still we live somehow.
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Were we children once?
Were we careless? Innocent?
Do you remember?
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Sometimes we wish to dive in the arms of the river,
which we told all our secrets to.

Listen only to the sound of the overflow.

To escape from the dust.

Wash off the bad memories. And screams of the soul.

But still we live somehow.

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Some of us must stand on the wind. And others must dive.
But when it comes to this ...
We don't have the power to decide what stays and what fades away. 

But I would do anything to take your place so your children wouldn't cry when tending over the river's surface.

 

Be at peace, my friend. I wish the river sings you most beautiful lullaby.