what is that?
There is no goodbye in my vocabulary:
There are miles and years and lives, whole long lives,
Yet there is no goodbye.
I was born with sunshine and spring
and new things growing – how could there be goodbye?
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No. I've always preferred beginnings.
My beginnings never meant the end,
Although people unreasonably always took it for granted.
I was simply building for you, because
Whereas I was going you were the one always coming.
I to begin, you to make peace.
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From time to time we were washed away;
Washed away indeed in our misunderstandings,
In shifts in tide of both time and that small part of destiny
We could never control.
Still, our shore always remained the same,
Abandoned and forgotten for anyone
who knew how to say goodbye.
So carelessly, beautiful things left behind unnoticed.
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There is no goodbye in my lungs, waiting to come out.
Even if there were times no more appropriate word was to be found,
It was never breathed into me nor into you carved.
I've always liked beginnings more, new hopes, new years to live,
New closures you were bringing along with the whispering moon.
Why should I ever need it?
