Posted: June 14, 2012 in Just Stuff, Lifestyle, Poetry
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The joy of friendship

of tears, of pain,

Of countless moments

spent together

without fear. without shame.

Time seemingly wasted,

But spent investing,

Building dreams, sharing goals.

Love as of a family, pure and simple

like flowers at the start

of spring;

No ornamentation, just beautiful.

Endless minutes better not counted

For our hearts long for endlessness…

Wasted treasures of time past

now fully regained,

Winning smiles, victory cheers

At last we are home.

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