Wednesday, 27 November 2024

Old Friends

We have gone down separate paths, plunged different seas, brightness and dark, tangled depths.

There was a time we were knitted,
glowing, woven threads.
In each other’s lives flying,
memories shining.

There’s an expanse,
a chasm now,
but the threads are still real,
constant, shining. 

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