Until we meet

There is nothing harsher than the moments of farewell. To touch even the walls in your home as a farewell to them, You take one last look at your mother’s face and eyes, her cheeks, and full details, To throw yourself into her arms, I’m sure it’s goodbye, Not to cry forcibly, And your moans of pain keep you broken; Just because you’re on the verge of death, Close to a life in which you are alone, You do not realize any of its details except that it is the end of your closeness to them. And the beginning of your walk alone, Only then will you hide most of your pain silently. With a satisfied smile, And because you will not bear around you double your pain, You will leave leaving behind only a beautiful memory in which you were the most beautiful. You alone will witness your fading in order to avoid the fading of the hearts you will leave after you.
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