Friendship
FRIENDSHIP
They rode the tide of time growing together,
sailing to the ordained sea, waiting not very far.
They haven’t yet seen the flower of youth wither,
on their faces patina of pristine petals still shimmer.
In the familiar park old ambiance they seize,
pick shining snippets of joy from memory lane.
Between two fast friends frolic moments freeze,
in the aura of delightful days gone, they live again.
April 14, 2019
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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