TRUE FRIENDSHIP
One day the door closes
the time growls
the howling wind
closing the dream.
All departing,
the rest is,
window exposed
the lost soul
the direction uncertain
Desert and pitch.
There is nothing left
only vague
and distant memories.
Spears cut,
they bring pain
dying flowers
Worksite vanishes,
Life betrays,
Death is attracted
and friends?
Only one.
The real one.
Mines made,
Sand, silt.
It remained a grain,
Simple fraction,
in pure gold...
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