I refuse to say goodbye to a rock
to a stone
to a man-made structure
I refuse to kiss a rock, a stone, a cold heartless block
I refuse and I won't
I refuse and I long...
I long to hug
I long to hear
I long to smell
without a fear
I long to be-
just me...
daddy's girl.
- popi
- My dearest father passed away recently, and now, my self-comforting is through this blog. Awaiting happier and more optimistic posts, afterall, my father left a great heritage, he left a young woman who was taught by a Great man how to be humane...
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