When all's going smooth
The rain comes calling
I dont know why I see things
so proportionately different from
ones around me
is it a blessed curse?
As grandma used to say
How even as a child
I appeared always
chatty and bright on the outset
but a dark and lonely soul inside
deep and complex
~
Friendship is a priceless gift
That can never be bought or sold
But its value far greater than a mountain of gold
All the times and memories
Left untold
My friend,
Through potholes you helped me
Tears we shed can never hold
The heart of gold
That pumps your great soul
goodbye kabi,love you as a brother.
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