My Friends
My friends whose souls are kindred to mine,
Let us drink to this fine wine,
To the nostalgic seas we must once again venture,
For our youth now is passed of its tenure
Without our memories I'd still know you all,
And I'd always be there however the depth of the fall,
Friendship has taken me this far,
Our friendship that is as beautiful as the stars
I will miss you idiots,
And all of our misguided riots,
Within all truth does Time tell the most noble truth,
That it takes anything in the garden even the most beautiful fruit.
Copyright © Andrei Manzon | Year Posted 2015
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