R.S. Mallari

Goodbye My Beloved

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The road’s end almost at sight 
from where I stand, lush green 
but it’s getting old, dried trees 
along the way turning brown 
where it will lead is uncertain 

sun almost inside its cradle 
it’s getting darker, hard to see 
if  I could just stop this journey 
I don’t want to see it ends 
and won’t let go of your hand 

 more than a year, yet so short 
forever is what I hope for 
in my arms you will stay 
why good things never last? 
why to our beloved must say? 
the miserly word goodbye 

Goodbye my beloved, be safe 
Farewell my precious, be happy

R.S. Mallari

About R.S. Mallari

Through poetry I am trying to break the barriers of ethnicity, cultures and even beliefs for we humans have the same emotions, the same desires and aspirations. We may differ in colors, in language, and food that we eat yet we are still living under the same sun, swimming and sailing on the same seas and sleeping under the same stars.

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