A kindred mind
A heart to bind
Someone to share with
This dream of mine.
A child's wonder eye
A magnificent night sky
Someone to remind me
I have wings and I can fly.
A summer too long
A forgotten song
Someone to still the waters
When everything feels wrong.
A laugh too loud
A ditsy mushroom cloud
Someone to cry joyous tears
And scream, "You make me proud!"
"Isn't that what we call, a friend?"
"Yes, the end."
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That is a friend. I enjoyed the read and I’m thinking it would be nice to know more.
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