Such a purity of carat,
Alight from within.
A cacophony of fleeting sentiment
That writhes, cavorting to the light.
Gay, unwieldy and unerringly right.
Infectious benevolent.
Miraculously so.
Such a joy to be near
With an impact that marks
Throughout the years.
That is her.
As one would say, bestest,
A truism that is fail-less.
To bump you up on an unfathomable day.
Her, she, my amicable friend.
Kerry Bridges
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Kerry (
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Comments1
It really is a joy to be near your best friend.
nice one
Isn’t it though?! Love it
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