Goodbye, my dear past!
At last!
I’m feeling calm, as if the dust
Has passed
Away, and sunshine blinds me with its gold.
Goodbye, and fare you well,
You swell
No more, not any thought would dwell,
As well
As any memory of days of old.
Goodbye! No “See you soon”,
Nor moon
Would see us in the quiet room,
And noon
Won’t meet us once again, embracing.
Goodbye! The other one,
The One,
Already fought her place and won;
She won –
And I bid farewell to you without regretting.
Liberation
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