The Art of Letting Go

thoughts during freetime

(body)

Be the mysterious traveler

Passing by the isolated town.

Someone who elicits short wonder

No more than a passing thought.

Be the flashing lightning

Quick to paint her  life

Only there for a second

Presence already unknown.

Be the receding tidal wave

Forget the warm of the shore.

The smile that made you gather

Those eyes that made you hope

Be her childhood fears

Natural or instilled by leather.

Be her monsters,

The unknown creatures in the dark

(epilogue)

I was not meant to hear her song

Was not meant to see the goddess that she is.

Was only meant to pass by, not linger in the dark.

She must not come near the unknown.

(about the author)

She is heaven and I made people want to be in heaven.

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