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Monday, 7 May 2012

Farewell...


 I want you to feel,
but you won't touch me
 I want you to see,
but you always look away
 I want to tell you,
but you wont listen anymore

  So I'll tell it to the birds; And they'll whistle it to the trees and
the leaves
  I'll whisper to the fishes in the streams; And they'll sail with it
down to the oceans and open seas
  I'll sing it alone between the four walls of my humble abode; And they will echo in appreciation.

Still, I'd want to tell you.
But since you've chosen your path, 
then farewell
As you go down the longest road to nowhere.

 M. kinoti. J
Copyright.  May 2012

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