Tuesday

George William Russell....

Our friendship withers…

We might not meet, we might not chat,
But we would still be friends,
You better don’t forget that…

Times would go passing by,
Changes would come with you and me,
Our lives destiny would shape,
As with time progress we make।

Remember the moments which we share…
No matter, now you are where
You would then miss me
But in your memories I will be…

Distance would take us away miles & miles,
We might not even see each others smiles.
We might not help each other;
But still let not,
Our friendship withers…

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