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When the clock of time

turn to the day we met,

When the flowers bloosmed

on every tree,

When the birds sang the sweetest song

for the friendship in our hearts.


Maybe you don't remember me

after those harsh days of sorrow,

Maybe you'll ask 

my name,

Maybe you'll say, you don't have me

in the pages of your memories, 


But my friendship will never die

for the sin of mine,


Maybe, for you

this friendship has died,

But for me

I'll wait

I'll wiat for you

till the last second of my life.

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J.Roy said...
today at 4:59 am
it's good to read this poem feeling well
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