One Last Look
I open the window,
The rain hits the shadows
Like the pearls of a broken necklace.
Is the sky crying,
Because I am leaving?
I stare at the buildings.
Sadness is a knife
That cuts my heart and makes it bleed.
How can I leave this place
Without saying goodbye?
So I whisper goodbye,
Bye, my beloved home,
Bye, my loving friends and family,
I will never forget you,
And one day we will meet again.
I close the window.
The plane roars like a dragon,
And takes me away from the place I love
With my ten years’ memories
And the memory of my one last look.
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