Holding on is not forever
It is for a while, a moment
There is a time to let go
Of the will and of all
Moving on is just but a desire
Not forced, you just wish it
Even whilst whistling a tune or a song
At the height of dawn
Missing you has never been a pleasure
In all my life those moments were the saddest
I now stop looking at what went wrong
Just as I look away and start to grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem! A very interesting piece of work!
thank you friend