Childhood friendship

February 25, 2011
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The sun rays sweeps my face,
The yesteryear meet my gaze
I turn my diary's pages;
And the memory sways like waves
To see my friends angelic faces,
And my eyes wells up with tears.

The days when we were close,
Was like the blooms of a rose
The fragrance was new;
But now vanished like morning dew.
The days when we wore pretty frocks and played under the rocks,
Are etched in my heart and treasured as stock.

New friends and new faces emerged,
Like the waves of a river.
I am puzzled to start
As we may end up like a dot?
My heart is heavy
When I think of our depart.

Parting is a sweet sorrow
Hoping to meet you again tomorrow…

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