Letting go of someone is ambiguous and agonizing.
Reason can be right; purpose can be wrong; it's catalyzing.
I love introductions, but I hate goodbyes.
All this time, I never sang blue lullabies.
Just being in that gray shoes when choosing between when and how,
like a singing companionless bird in the moribund bough.
Fear is my food; misery is my platter.
I would rather choose none; my soul is battered.
I believe that our hue lives are ferociously intertwined.
Destiny is the architect; kismet is the mastermind.
Alas! What's meant to be will be what it is,
The unique encounter will never be missed.
For now, I will close and prepare the book of my patent heart.
I will be waiting for my majestic poet to write his art.
Waiting is not forever; this is my pole.
I do not want to fall down the rabbit hole.
You are the mastermind, 'Destiny is the architect; kismet is the mastermind.' this is amazing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a good poem!