Sunday 25 July 2021

....Inspiration,

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Your poems are my inspiration to write
since you left me there is no delight
the words I weave are meaningless without you
and my pen keeps wondering about you

I have lost your friendship my dear true friend
how do I go on without your helping hand
my very words to you become a crime
I will keep everything to myself next time

Your gentle soul and words I really miss
this sadness I will bury and seal my lips
remember for you I am always here
even if you are far my heart is near

Your friendship I value I treasure
your love no one can ever measure
what I say and feel is not a disguise
you mean so much to me please realise

I will wait no matter how long I will wait
for you to open the friendship gate



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