i cannot help with the sense of fear,
what if it is the last time i see you,
who knows what would happen in the air,
or if it is the nature’s rule?
if it is the last time
i hold you and kiss you and declare my love;
if our love is a crime
and i am to be engulfed,
i wish to say
for the last time that i love
you and never want to stay away
from you, for true;
one last time to realize that life is too fragile,
too short, yet quick and fast
to be held, be grabbed for a while,
we got but a blast.
things are, for sure, unpredictable,
this is the fate
too serious to love, to live and to hate.
Written on 7 August 2014,
the very first business trip.
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