With my eyes open wide I see you standing before me. There is something truthful something searching something honorable in your soul. A soul so quiet with understanding. Can you hear it? The sound a wing makes when it splits the wind? So much strength yet so effortless. You were there when I searched for a friend. A friend to laugh with. . . to share with. . . and to cry with. I have been here long before you came. I will be here long after you go away. I will wait. . .
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Special friends inspire special poems. :-)
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