Your face encase a journey of storms and heavens
as I watched beside you over the years
but that day, the roar announced a new beginning
and I saw the first sun rise on your face
(All I did was to soak in this warmth)
Later, the palms touched as a goodbye
and in that moment
I understood the depths of our friendship-
a river of love that courses through
the air, our skin, across distance and
time
(May it never run dry)
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