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FRIEND~~FILLED
There is a
lady thatlives high on
the
hillWho reminds me of
onethat I wish I knew
still.Her heart
is
grandand her aire a
delightWith her stories
and
memorieswe sit late
through the
night.As my
essence is
nurturedI indulge in
her
talesFor it is the soul
that is
givingfrom a spirit not
jailed.She's
much like the
friendwho let me pass
from her
view(or so I thought),
she had
cleared a pathand so I
grew.It is a
true friend of
wisdomthat gives second
chancesOf the healing
requiredfrom broken
romances.In the
seasons to
comewith the warmth and
the
coldThat the joys of
new
friendshipscombine with
the
old.
**~RAE~**
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