That may let the Sun @ noon
But always as the shining star,
Sustaining like an anchar;
Both in your pungent grieves
Or in your eloquent happiness.
Friends trully are faithfully.
Are hear but found rarely.
They come in sheeps and angels,
Ordinary like everyday and occasions.
O who or what makes them?
Also we can or vanish them.
A flash, they capture your approach,
Want to help find the cockroach.
Their hearts as doors ajar
And a gentle push, there's the attar.
But love, o love embraces all trails.
So vice versa the temperature depends.
06 - 01 - 09
... inspired by a text message from my friend, Roselyn.
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