Everlasting Friendship

Wed, 12/11/2019 - 23:36 -- NMHideo

Wandering the earth with no purpose,


In search of fulfilling the empty glass, 


Eyes full of determination to compose,


Noting the desolate place without grass.



A pathway carved with smiling faces,


A warmth of a breeze flows in the air,


Walking upon the  path with a slow pace,


The person had dressed with flair.




Reaching at the end of the fork,


A person awaits with a wide smile,


Holding in the bag a wine closed with a cork,


A wide grin is formed at 300 kilowatts a mile.




Friendships created eons ago in the past,


Leaves a treasure precious in the present cast.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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