I saw it fading in the world of new life,
it was not meant to last.
With my own hand, I reached,
but it drifted away,
so I let it go.
It seemed to be perfect then,
but now I see
it clearly was not
and now I feel as if I was right
in releasing it.
I do not regret bitterly from
setting it free.
I do not know what it would have brought,
but I know
whatever would have been,
I surpassed.
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PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
