Old Friend
Old friend
life n death n kis-of-met,
and life begins again,
though we have never met,
old friends we do remain,
endured the war and slaughter saw,
reborn forlorn again,
you were my wife or daughter, more,
in the highlands i was slain,
you will return to me,
when we depart again,
the veil to cross where secret be,
a memory there to gain,
old friends we do remain.....
thank you ...
"Siren Of The Dawn" Christine Ueri...
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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