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Learning to let go.
Learning to let go, is something we need.
Nobody wants to forget the memories,
but I think my dear that you don't need that.
You can just keep them as a precious gift.
I used to think that I'd never ever let go,
because I was thinking about it wrongly.
Letting go does not mean forgetting it,
just appreciating it and letting it fly.
That butterfly will swing its own wings,
and sometimes she'll stop at your hand,
to give you a kiss and remind you again,
of that nice experience you had that time.
What good is a rose that can't wither away?
The purpose of life is like that of a rose.
A rose that grows without worry of death,
and shines bright until it withers away.
I know that it sucks and I know that it hurts,
because you are a human, not a simple rose,
that cannot have real conscience of itself but,
if you let it be, all roses wither, and fly again.
© dats_poetry
Nobody wants to forget the memories,
but I think my dear that you don't need that.
You can just keep them as a precious gift.
I used to think that I'd never ever let go,
because I was thinking about it wrongly.
Letting go does not mean forgetting it,
just appreciating it and letting it fly.
That butterfly will swing its own wings,
and sometimes she'll stop at your hand,
to give you a kiss and remind you again,
of that nice experience you had that time.
What good is a rose that can't wither away?
The purpose of life is like that of a rose.
A rose that grows without worry of death,
and shines bright until it withers away.
I know that it sucks and I know that it hurts,
because you are a human, not a simple rose,
that cannot have real conscience of itself but,
if you let it be, all roses wither, and fly again.
© dats_poetry
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