Goodbye...
You...
You are the wind that flowing.
You are the wind that blowing.
You are the breeze in the morning.
And I am falling.
You flow in uncertainty.
You blow in mortality.
You fly in vanity.
And I sink into your gravity.
You roll and turn around.
You go upside down.
You get your own throne.
And I'm being thrown.
You rise and shine.
Ring the bell of win.
Leaving me behind.
Without a glance or a blink.
Goodbye...
You...
by: ultrautogia
Move on !
Goodbye to you !
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