Sing to me of the woman, the woman with a soft heart and strong love.
Twas I, alone and disheartened.
With hair as black as ink.
And tall as a baby giraffe.
She comes and enlightens me with her wisdom and knowledge.
Once was I, saddened by the coldness of humanity.
Now is full of happiness, because of the kindness of her heart.
Met in a country which I had to leave.
Unable to see each other face to face no more we learnt.
But, that did not stop our unbreakable friendship.
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Author:
Silent Writer (
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- Category: Friendship
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