How we all wish, that we can, go when it's, time…translated…
Toward Love & Poetry
It's the Exact Same, with the Rights to, Evade\
I Can Hide in the 360-Degree Surrounding Scene
Can Not Let You Understand
Or I Can be Like a Gentle Breeze Grazing Your Cheeks
Or, Can Dock in Your Gentle Bay
Fly or Adrift as I Wished
Kept Predicting the Ending of Our Stories
as the Grim Ripper comes for us...photo from online
Learning to Coexist with the Sorrowful as well as the Joyous
Turning Toward Every Sunset, Bidding Farewell
Grateful Toward Every Sunrise, for a Brand New, Creation
Nobody Can Give You the Happiness
When the Doors Slammed Shut, Windows will, Open Up
I Only Trust Myself
Trusting that the Distant I'd Chosen
With or Without Hearing the Fireworks Dissipating
Not Knowing When I'm to Arrive
But I'd, Already, Painted Out How I will, Step Off that, Train
This is, on dying with grace, with one's dignity, intact, and, we may not all be granted that, it's all, up to fate, because, no matter how we'd, planned these things, things still may or may not, go as how we wished…
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