The Rose of the Friendship
They are the boats in the river
Hills of the sun and the green leaves
Evening or mornings regardless
Roaring clouds I am afraid of
Oysters of friendship I seek much
Shouting trees I am nervous of
Embankment of the lake I need
Open arms of the jasmine tree
Fill the holes of monotony
Time acquires a pink dimension
Horizons of the moist rainbow
Endless pearls from the confluence
Fountain pens of the scarlet look
Rejoice within the long fingers
In the crisis of the black gloom
Evenings start gathering the stars
Nights slow down the dark descending
Doors greet the soft moon light touches
Sapphires seek to send the address
Hemming the time the blue needle
Instilling the drops of shadows
Pens pick up the friendship pictures
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May 2, 2018
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