Monday 2 February 2015

Lost in a familiar place

And as I walked on my way
A straight path as my guide
Some tracks were made in tar
Steps that seem be by my side.

People few of pure a heart
My memories from afar miss
Lingers longing for the time
Once spent on true and bliss.

These souls of the most important
Yet distance their own be
Beg able us to understand
How precious they are to me.

Thank you, dear friends
For the past I knew
I miss you painfully
May blessings be to you.

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