Adieu – A Sonnet Of Sorts

There is a certain sort of sadness here
As I say farewell to dear Ho Chi Minh
How frightful, Vietnam, were those moments
Yet I wonder if this will be the end
I never meant you to suffer agony
I refuse still to ask you forgiveness
I did no wrong here, I am simply me
Living in a twisted world of darkness
I did not lead you on or lie to you
Yet my heart, weary, hope this is final
Go, princess, don’t look back, a last adieu
I am like the wind flying free and steady
Be strong as earth, Sora, forget koraki

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