Last days of two-thousand fifteen..
so gloomy and dark with thunder and rain
goodbye we say again
goodbye is an ugly word
So much is stored in mind and soul
its just too hard to let go
as papers fold in notebooks
that is how god folds our days
no one can know when is the full stop
when days will run without your name
goodbye my dad I said to you just a few days ago
I see you there saying it back ..I knew I will not hear it again
I stored there.. I stored it hard; for days keep folding by
It will forever stay in my mind
goodbye..goodbye today and now
goodbye I say to you everyday
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