The setting sun lighting up the twilight sky.
It's never really a good bye.
The birds flying 'home' for winter.
It's never really a good bye.
That hug from a close friend after a lovely evening together.
It's never really a good bye.
Those bitter sweet moments from the days of a teenage crush.
It's never really a good bye.
The shedding of leaves from trees at autumn time.
It's never really a good bye.
The tearful bidai of a newly married girl.
It's never really a good bye.
The passing of a loved one into the afterlife.
It's never really a good bye.
The circle of life is always turning.
What goes comes back or it's memories do.
Which is why I don't like good bye.
Good byes mean finality.
And I am not done yet.
It's never really a good bye.
The birds flying 'home' for winter.
It's never really a good bye.
That hug from a close friend after a lovely evening together.
It's never really a good bye.
Those bitter sweet moments from the days of a teenage crush.
It's never really a good bye.
The shedding of leaves from trees at autumn time.
It's never really a good bye.
The tearful bidai of a newly married girl.
It's never really a good bye.
The passing of a loved one into the afterlife.
It's never really a good bye.
The circle of life is always turning.
What goes comes back or it's memories do.
Which is why I don't like good bye.
Good byes mean finality.
And I am not done yet.
1 comment:
Goodbyes are the hardest in this world��
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