Friday, November 26, 2010

How to Let it Go?



It was a sunny morning
you came
and in a single touch,
you told everything.
Sitting by the river
I always wonder,
Was that the Morning
Or simply,
you being there
making the moment
stay in my heart
forever,
I still go through
all the pages,
of the moments of us being together,
and you know what?
I always return empty-handed.
and I go on and on and on,
holding every part of that moment
not to let it go
But I am helpless,
And alone in solving it out,
why you said
"Sorry I can not hold your hand
I am dead".

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