Tuesday, 17 February 2015

My Friend

A simple day
While the hours away
In gentle conversation
With one gifted at oration
Sitting next to you
The sky never seemed so blue
The grass was never this green
Without you in the scene

To simply spend time
With nothing on the line
No expectations great
No one to claim hate
Is a gift rare as it is beautiful
To speak with words so truthful
Hearing your soft and gentle voice
Leads my soul to rejoice

And when the words do run dry
There is no need to even try
To talk any further
No, not even a murmur
For sitting next to you, my friend
Until the very world does end
Holds nothing more to me
Than a sense of joyous glee

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