There is no jewel
upon this earth
that are as precious
or as valuable
than the true value
of a true friend
or the rightful worth
of a friendship earned
but in the painting of life
by the brush-stroke of chance
even true friends depart
and truer friendships divide
the colors of life the palette of choices
its hues often shutters the view
leaving one alone divided in census
to walk down the avenues of solitude
in all my tales and all my wanderings
I may never ever find again
those generous delightful seraphin
the gathering of dear dear friends
though we might never cross paths again
I wish you all the best in all of things
perhaps in memories, in dreams, in hopes or in poetry
mayhaps our sundered paths will one day sing.
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