The last goodbye; first beings arise as they cannot survive the winter,
gorgeous petunias fill the empty air, enclosed are the statues of affliction,
being a rather familiar occurrence, goodbyes are final steps in a saturation of life.
According to the enclosed definitions, love begins at the sight of enclosure,
bodies twisted together according to sophisticated information,
lovers meet in between the numbers of the day, somewhere around midnight,
stars and the moon shine brightly in the encapsulation,
saying goodbye is a rather complicated process of multiplication.
Carrying around the burden of life,
better is the man who carries out duties as such informed,
there is a moment of carrying capacity between you and I that remains holding,
togetherness on the bridge to safety; a buoyancy of manners.
Further is the stepping stone of falter,
last words repeated are becoming the self, rather than together in the world,
the goodbye is an ending of only conclusions to the self,
being a greeting of sorts to new opportunities.
You, yourself, the gathering of the nimble rounds about,
constellations reformed to inform the indigo sky,
it is a job of having not to have all that one needs in life,
a goodbye is a story of consistency run a mock the mossy rocks,
befitting an ocean of trajectory, moving towards the class of humanity.
Goodbye my friends,
it shall be a newest journey of rating and encapsulating the self,
idolatry in the midst of the furthest landscape of dew.
Anna Rozwadowska 2021