Friendships are a fragile and beautiful thing
A thread felt not seen
wraps mysteriously around you
drawing you both together
you explore your commons
and admire your differences
the veneers of your outer self peel away
replaced by layers of trust
one at a time
until what you have in common
is more than what you don't
you now exchange thoughts with a glance or a laugh
maybe a raised brow or a shrug
thus is the language of friends
the level of trust flowing as deeply as iron ore
you are my friend
and I am yours
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THIS is poetry of the day! I love it!!! Very inspired and of the soul. Even though we've never met, I consider you my friend.
ReplyDeleteT
Clapping. I just waved goodbyes to some friends.
ReplyDeleteits an honor to be your friend. just promise to give me home made cookies :) .
Thank you JW for being such a wonderful mentor.
ReplyDeleteSyaf,
Homemade cookies for you, of course!
Indie