My Friend

My Friend elegy

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My friend
My lifetime friend
You are now at peace.
You’ve stumbled
through dark tunnels.
You’ve travelled,
long, and hard.
Now time has passed
your journey’s at its end.
Your pain still edged
on my heart and soul
and friendship,
so strong,
will linger on,
until we meet again.
For sure,
My lifetime friend.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Rob J Mann
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Friendship should be everlasting, even after they have departed. Your memories will live on through your words – a fitting eulogy.

Akhtar Jawad
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It’s true love for a lifetime friend that has brought confidence that the lovers will meet again and will never depart. A beautiful expression of lovely sentiments.

Darren Scanlon
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Tragically beautiful, Johanna.

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