Long lost friend...
Stories of tales from far away land,
a promise once made slipping from my hand, where garden bare and old, now changes in sight, blossoming new and brightest light.
Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand,
a promise once made through an endless span, when two lines in the poem, rhymes just right,
a special letter written in moonlit night,
Doubts, even though, cloud my mind,
I wait for the one who is soft and kind,
who's soul is a balm to my broken soul,
with whom I feel complete and whole,
Soon the wait would come to an end,
for hope meets me as a long lost friend,
where years of yearn would slowly fade,
and weave the special bond of thread...
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