Friends cannot be made like something cobbled
together; formed, shaped, constructed to order
as if they had been made to fit you and your life,
when in fact, friendship is something which happens;
is born, unknowingly and without plan and often
without reason or even desire; in that way Souls
have of connecting, of bonding and of being, so
that in the union of two, something greater is
brought to birth and hearts and minds may join,
in a weaving of time, thought, love and creation,
which in eternal silence, sings the song written,
long ago, in  careful  cadenced notes, remembered
and forgotten, for two, pure, exceptional voices.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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