I asked the stream How do you keep yourself so pure She answered "Keep moving, keep moving" I asked the wind How do you keep yourself so fresh He answered "Keep moving, keep moving" I asked the chirping little bird How do you keep yourself so happy She answered "Keep moving, keep moving" I asked the mountain range How do you keep yourself so peaceful He answered "Keep moving, keep moving" And I was as surprised as you!
I looked in the mirror Into the eyes of a little boy With whom I had done great injustice. His soft brown eyes, Gazed back into mine, Brimming with tears, While he gently bit down his quivering lips How I wish I could pick him up in my arms And kiss on both his cheeks! But for this sheet of glass between us, This pane of reality that separates us - The real and the unreal, The past and the present You had looked up to me As you are doing now When I first took you in I promised you wings for your dreams Little did I realize That I had tied them down With strings of fear
There were no tears to be shed There were no words to be said [The body of the poem should have come here But, you see, it is empty] True love and true friendship Is about letting go
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