It won't be nice,
Letting you go;
I know how,
It would if hurts;
I know that,
It would be hard;
But I feel that,
Letting you go is life;
Then I will ask to,
Have another life;
So that,
In that another life;
I shall find you,
Real;
If all of these are true,
Then all are but free;
So let me love you,
As I let you go.
(11/30/03. 9: 25 p.m)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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