| Thursday, June 26, 2008 |
| In a Flavour of Goodbye |
The air is one of farewell and goodbye. Those days are finally over and in a transition phase lets await the new beginning. Yet, bold, yet delightful but may not be so if there is any sort of low....
In a certain transition, awaiting,
A new beginning in waiting,
A color presides in the air,
Reminding of what may never be there,
Yet the cold, dewy wind shall persist,
In creating mystery through a certain mist,
A fair mist in an unbecoming world,
That we leave far away in a dearth,
A dearth of a farewell too pleasant,
In keeping certain promises existent,
Promises to remember every day,
Every instance and every game play,
But staying in touch seems far far away,
As there seemingly is no parting pain,
Yet, a promise to never remain aloof,
I keep in hope of atleast some ruth,
So goodbye, as they say, in a modest manner,
Do try and remember me forever. |
posted by bereaved vendetta @ 12:51 AM  |
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