our journeys are long.
full of surprises and troubles.
few leaves.
but few stay forever.
they are our friends.
the streams on the side
when we are looking
for cold moist
amid the heat
friends are the streams that soothes it.
long roads are fun,
but exhausting.
friends are home,
when we are strayed.
they are guides
when we lost our way.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
