I may not be important,
Because am like a grass growing in your farm land
So all you need do is to *choke me off and cast into a burning flame;*
My presence is now invisible that you can\'t sense it nor feel it, *am now the uninvited wind;*
Once a friend they say\' is always a friend, yet in you I can\'t see the always: and a lost friendship i wept for
If nature that brought us together have dropped a rain and sun to dry it up before reaching my Palm\'s it would have been a mystery, but the rain dropped in my Palm\'s and spilt out unnoticed to the floor were the sun lowered it\'s hot flame to dry it up.
***Friend where have I go wrong?***