Till the darkest hour came, I did not appreciate dawn.
Till I had no place to go, did not appreciate home.
Till I could held you in my arms no more,
I could not appreciate you for who you are.
The tides came and went, but you stayed.
Many people came in, and left the other day.
The seasons changed, to them I bet farewell,
But you lingered on, even when my hopes fell.
Life evolves, the colors of things change.
The ones I love, left, the things I sense.
Must open the cage and let the white dove fly
Let it go, with all my hopes, up to the sky.
KB, November 2008.
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