Circle of Friends
Our circle of friends,
spreads far, and near,
their written words,
we hold so dear.
Out in the desert,
up in the hills,
over the oceans,
they spread goodwill.
Poets are unique,
they sing in rhyme,
ever so perfect,
every time.
Unseen faces,
that we know so well,
we would recognize anywhere,
as their words unveil.
A moment in time,
now forever more,
our words shall live,
on every shore.
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