Poetry by Margery Wang

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True love is not how you forgive, but how you forget, not what you see but what you feel, not how you listen but how you understand, and not how you let go but how you hold on. Death is a painful reminder that we don't have forever to show those we love how much we really care. This poem is just a reminder to never put it off until it is too late. Death doesn't wait for anyone - tomorrow is too long to wait.

Vibrant lights Roused clamor Flickers of light Extreme glamour. Papers after paper Tired, sore arms Just keep on smiling Continue to charm.

It's hard to say good-bye. But when you do, the act of letting go will set you free.