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nothing shows mercy just like the land
I needed to leave behind
new landscapes although stunning
won’t make me as satisfied
letting go is the hardest
art of living a life
yearning for past stories
to stay vivid in hearts
it was your birthday when
I finally walked these streets
sleeping in the arms of strangers
praying for us to meet
siren songs do echo
no matter how far I run
some stories can never end
some loves will never pass
unbearable beauty lies
in the rain that comes in May
leading me to walk
few paths we used to share
the warm wind turns the pages
browsing through notes of these
unspoken plans we’ll never
get a chance to fulfil
it was never our lifetime
although we once met
all we share right now
is this bittersweet taste
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