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Though the west wind is, often, wild,
It blows, sometimes, miraculously mild.
It seemed I waited for such a tender time, 
To my stubborn friend to send my rhyme;
A friendship that, once, divinely developed,
Why by fogs of misjudgments got enveloped?
Thick relationships, they say, once, get split,
Ozone-layers-like harmful rays they emit;
His smiles turned grievous grim glances,
That might tear me apart if he got chances;
I froze as hard as an ice-rock for long,
Within, yet, an urge for reunion did gong;
I remembered the golden days of childhood,
On each other's terraces, in buoyancy we stood;
Sending paper airplanes, in the wind, with words written,
Such as: April Fool, Halloween Ghost... and hid like kitten;
Later, like pigeons at flight, when we met face to face,
Tickling and pinching found directions in a fun-filled race;  
Where is that inner freedom like autumn leaves flown now?
We need to find peace in the roots of friendship anyhow;
It's hence, though with reluctance, I initiated the process,
My paper plane, like a jet, toward his window, did progress;
It had one of best rhymes on friendship written by me,
I wanted him, reading it, my longing-filled heart to see;
I was shocked when for long there was no response,
My planes, yet, toward his house did advance;
Swiftly, through my window, later, a plane did thud,
Unwrapping, I could find - sorry - written in blood;
Feelings, like tempest or tornado overpowered,
Within, like a chrysanthemum, friendship flowered;
It did not take long to hold each other in tears-filled embrace,
Thenceforth, within us, for hatred, there was no place...!


30 October 2022
A Note In The Wind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina

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