Treasure Island

Tumer Berk


Farewell or not


Time is passing as it is running
Without caring what it has left behind
Moving towards an unidentified fate
Without even letting me hugging my memories

What a difficult thing is farewell,
It stabbes my heart with a virtual dagger
As the moments proceed with a rush,
Trying to keep me avoid from my past

What the next day is going to bring me;
I don’t know but I would like to know
Whether it will be better or worse than yesterday
Or the same loneliness

This is not a farewell darling, it is a must
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Everything in the life has an end,
Even the state of being seperate has

Submitted: Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Edited: Friday, October 29, 2010

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