My Friend, Leanna

The middle branch Supporting and connecting. Unrecognized deeds Blow through the air The door. The warning; the marker, Two rival clashing Differences meet in grandeur. A moments relief, Expressed in the weight Of a thousand voices. A smile sets ablaze a thousand farmsteads. I wonder How The weight of almost none, Can repel the weight Of the entire land of feelings. The slightest of which Gets lost in a sea of Indecency. A refill of spirit. A wave in a sea of Is crashed over in a instant. Dissolved in the sand The painfulness. Hosts of flowers, Bloom anew. From the bottom Of an hidden heart They will grow. Shatter they will not, Obstacles cant stand The might of the spirit. The spirit of the one The one who, Is deserving of the King’s prestige. For it may not be Enough of sacrifice, To fully embrace, What has been extinguished And is now a garden, With remnants of the shade Now out of breath. Embrace I will, the common deed, Has no capacity, To encompass what has blossomed. The chorus of life, Will come and go. What perpetuates Through time. Is the one who Has made the time Go by faster Than smiles can fade When enshrouded With the memories Of a fallen loved one. This one, Is one that should, By the kindness of man, Be held in The front pockets, Of the hearts Who remain steadfast. Who never waiver. Who never falter. Those who stay, Consolation they Do not need. For theirs is the time Of the giving. The giving have a secret The secret of a friend. A friend who Fulfills what many people Spend their whole Lives trying to be. But only pale in Comparison. The sun sets everyday, But it looks brightly then, Upon the one, That brightens What it cannot reach. The impact, Reigns not of a Church bell. A different ring Is heard, One less appreciated. The ring sounds out, Limited in its reach, But magical in its touch. The person to emulate, A partner, to the shambles of humanity.