Category : Poems

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After each open door there is a path, 
After each step forward,
 There is also a step back. 

 The wind starts to blow harder 
As the clouds gather to dance together -
Through the fire and fog and rain... for hours.

  Behind everyone:
 "I'm sorry, but I can't,
 There I would have at least 
Wanted to try, but I'm afraid."

  We are afraid of roads
 That lead nowhere, 
Or leaves us in dark places alone.

We are afraid of those who 
Quickly change their behavior, 
Even our mood or heartbeat.

We are afraid of what will happen 
When things do not happen 
The way we expected,
 The way we always wanted actually.

 After every Goodbye... 
There will be those words:
 "I will miss you darling, 
Every day as long as I stay alive."