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It's So Hard To Say Goodbye
RTJ (17 September 1978 / Dehradun)

It's So Hard To Say Goodbye

Poem By David Beckham

All dreams were like floating thoughts here and there in the endless sky of life
We met them all now and then in the journey called life
The spark of first love and death of love in the bondage of relationships
The mourning of lover and sprouting of a new bud in shape of a new love
All lies and the truth, that uneasy desperation to be one,
So you run and catch the bus, which you thought was the last and after you moved on
Just for once you turn to find that waiting for that warm spark will be as long you are here, but for sure, not forever.. and when you would be gone, the hearth below will be dry,
Up there we all would meet at the dawn
The soul beyond life will rejoice....
That uneasy desperation to be one will melt and would become a dropp of tear, which will fall from the sky on the dry hearth so that new flower of hope, love and divinity can sprut.

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Up there we all would meet at the dawn The soul beyond life will rejoice.... yes! dream another world. we can rejoice all through dream which is not possible in practical life. but it is still mystery. a good job.
Its a quote from Bernard Edmonds (BBE) 'To dream anything that you want to dream. That's the beauty of the human mind. To do anything that you want to do. That is the strength of the human will. To trust yourself to test your limits. That is the courage to succeed.” So true... So similar... But not me not you Know why so. True feelings in this poem.
Hello Richa..I am Shweta..don't have an a/c on poemhunter.com..so writing via Prachi's id.. :) 'So many of us face the similar situations & go through the similar phases....whatever we feel remains unspoken & it feels nice that someone has given such b'ful words to all those messy feelings...with a postive note...' Thank you so much.. :) Shweta...
Finally got a chance to say something abt the great stuff you have written...loved the first two lines of your poem and...All lies and the truth, that uneasy desperation to be one...............this is so true...keep writing: -)


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