Moving across the galaxy,
in the whirlpool of time.
Times when I belonged to you,
and you have been mine.
On some occasions to evolve,
and on some occasions to survive.
Beautiful worlds we experienced
and there are memories to revive.
This one world for everyone
could become interesting or dry.
It all depends on the company
that alone makes us laugh or cry.
This effort is so exhausting
transmigrating the world's trail.
We got to evolve together,
there are many levels to scale.
I extend my hand to thee
and wait for you to hold.
Speak with love, O dear friend!
Our friendship’s been very old.
- Author: Max (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 31st, 2023 07:56
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 7
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