If it doesn't head you anywhere,
If it doesn't help you anymore,
If it doesn't hand you anything,
If it doesn't heal you anyhow..
Then you know it's time
To say goodbye.
Cause it's time to grow,
And it's time to be;
It's time to breathe,
And it's time to see.
A broken door is an open door
It isn't safe, it isn't sound,
You must know, let it go
So that you, can let it in..
Sometimes it's more
Than just a goodbye,
Sometimes it's a welcome
In just another hi.
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
