The Beginning Of The End

 
 
I have learned that if you must 
leave a place that you have lived in and loved 
and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, 
leave it any way except a slow way, 
leave it the fastest way you can. 
 Never turn back and never believe that an hour 
you remember is a better hour because it is dead. 
Passed years seem safe ones, 
vanquished ones, 
while the future lives in a cloud, 
formidable from a distance.

1st August 2015

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