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My best friend
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My best friend |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
The best friend of a man When Winter is too cold, when girls don't look at you, when the heart miss sunshine, Whe the ocean is silent. The best friend of a man When he can't sleep anymore, When the wheat don't grow, When night looks like clay, When the wine is ingestible, is the poem that he writes, Or the one, he is reading. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Yeah - I agree, my friend. A question though - in the last line of 2nd stanza, did you mean indigestible vs ingestible ? Enjoyed, j. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
thank you my friend for the precious correction, i 'll see what i can do, thanks for appreciating yann |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Poetry has always brought me comfort too, yann. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
We can always tell the poetry everything. It is a beautiful place to turn to. Enjoyed this truth and the beautiful way that you spill it. "I know this love will tear me to pieces |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
Thanks Ida and Temptress, your comments are so delicious, and friendly yann |
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