We listen.

Talk.

As friends on open land.

I love this time.

And then as moment turns our lives unfold,

one way,

another,

dusk descends,

The parting of my hope, my darkness fall,

A night of thought alone with but the sound of distant voice,

of stifled dream,

The truth in friendship is far more than life or love unseen.

ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Poetry

COMPLETED · 2015

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