The day when I first started this blog, there were one hundred days to-go for her to leave the country.
I had expected to write one poem everyday untill today.
Clearly, I was avoiding a face off with my feelings.
Today is that day.
She is leaving.
And it hurts.
A lot.
But…
I love this hurt.
This hurt – it validates the truth in my feelings that I nurture for her.
Every morning – I water the garden of emotions that sway in whole; with blooming flowers of love.
Today, for one last time, she is breathing the same air as me, she is walking on the same land as me, and for one last time, I can realise that the love of my life is just a stone’s throw away from me.
From tomorrow, she will be in a land where normally Phoenix’s fly to…
Like a phoenix that she is flying tonight…
To the land of ice and rain, bliss and gain…
I write a few lines, with love like pain.
She let her radiance fall on me
To make me rise
Like a Phoenix...
She let her love fill in me
To make me rise
Like a Phoenix...
Phoenix
She fly…So high..
Like a diamond in the sky
Phoenix
She fly…So high..
Like a diamond in the sky
She let her heart pump blood for me
To make me alive
Like a Phoenix...
She let her feathers build me a wing
To make me fly…so high
Like a Phoenix…
Phoenix
She fly…So high..
Like a diamond in the sky
Phoenix
She fly…So high..
Like a diamond in the sky.
Last 100 days Through Poetry 