The beauty of friendshipA Poem by Arthur Russell
A friend is a friend, a simple idea
Even an infant can grasp Yet never dream of the gravity In that moment Who'd have known they'd think so much And grow beyond initial graces The same card, playing the same game So wild and vivid in colours like a dance Cogito he said, I said the same Two years of isolation on ever common ground In silence, no light When chance throws you a 12 With your winnings invest © 2016 Arthur Russell |
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Added on January 13, 2016 Last Updated on January 13, 2016 Author
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