maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Art of Ending


Whether beautiful, whether painful
Whether happily ever after, whether full of irony
By force, or by the time
All should end someday

Leaving a hole, leaving a hope
Leaving a cliffhanger, leaving a continuity
Leaving a tragedy, leaving a legend
All could end like this

The journey, the life
The story, the love
The show, the dream
All will come to the end

Whether has been guessed, whether a joke of destiny
A desirable one, an unwanted found
From strongest living, to the smallest creature
All have their own end

Whether sudden, whether prolong
Whether completed, whether unfinished
Whether a relief, whether a torture
All must end here

Submitted: Thursday, December 08, 2011
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