Wednesday, March 27, 2019

My Choice

Today I choose to love
Sometimes to love
means to let it go
To open your hand
And let that bird
 fly away
To hold your desire
To cut off that flower
To stop chasing
A falling star
or the end of the rainbow
I choose to love you
By saying good bye.

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