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Maybe there's never goodbye

Scars on her face,
marks on her body.
Fire in her soul,
burn in her heart.
Dying love was all that was left,
goodbye was the answer.
Her little sister’s short hair,
entwine on her dress.
“You are my hero, don’t leave”
“I’ll be back for you, I promise”
Goodbye is not a thing,
You see it’s something,
we create in our mind.
‘cause finally universe do unite us
if not here, then another world
Let go then…

                                  - Amruta Cherian