Monday, August 15, 2011


There comes a time when the flowers lose their petals
And mother nature has others to bloom
There comes the time when the sun will rise
And the mist around us will lift soon.
There comes the time when our roads slowly part
As other paths come together
There comes the time when a bird must fly away
Leaving its last thoughts in a falling feather.
Goodbye old place, goodbye my friends
The place I saw from a distance so far
Leaving all of you might make no difference
Though deep inside my heart is scarred
A sadness I feel, yet disavow
Goodbye all my dearest friends
Seeking farewell right here,
I'm signing out as of now.
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