Walking in the sun
Talking with the breeze
smelling the morning
remembering you
everything
in my time
already
gifted me the life.
Where are you
at present?
In deep slumber
or in the dream land
escaping me,
my friendship here
singing the song of grief
inside a modern art gallery
to recognize your painting
of friendship.
24/04/2013
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