Friendship

The meandering river, please tell me a story of yours Your origin, and the whim that your journey stores. Water flows in serenity, and flowing water runs to the quest, unknown Those murmuring trees wave on the riverside; shining sunlight on stone. I will meet you there one day, beyond all logical perceptions Your words will merge with setting sun, in surreal definitions. Beyond all depressive phases, a moment of belief will persist The inner soul will enlighten ; the darkness could not resist. No pain of death will haunt anyone there; none will deliberately inflict harm That day, I will reach for your hand, in love and friendship, in an eternal term.