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He met, my friend
and made a sign.
I'll soon be back,
Don't you sigh.
Years of friendship
had passed together,
but a word from him
I had heard- never.
The fingers cast
the shadows on wall
and beautiful letters
said it all
Studies or play
be it any,
his silent actions
spoke to many
As we grew
the busy life had taken its toll.
He had to leave
to go abroad.
We still talk,
no words do we need,
because my heart reads
what his silence speaks
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Mots-clés
Debes ingresar al sitio con usuario y contraseña para agregar etiquetas.
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Profil de l'auteur
Nadia Neyaz
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Commentaires
Mutebi Bwakya | Jun 10th, 2011
Beautiful piece... I'd love to read more of your work.
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