Sometimes things don't need to end.
At least not for us.
Sometimes you need to walk away.
Let dust return unto dust.
In its own time.
Maybe we were never meant to be.
That I cannot believe.
For you will make a better man of me.
My past that I cannot let be.
Will shape me into the person I'll be.
Better. Stronger. Wiser.
Ashes unto ashes.
In its own pace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your perception and expression both are amazing really. Sometimes things do not end and sometimes you need to walk away from these. Being stringer and wiser is good. A interesting poem is very beautifully penned.10
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