A true friend is someone who wanted to be hurt and never to hurt, someone who wanted to save and not to be saved, someone who wanted to serve and not to be served.
Happy is my evening
have seen my friend
passing , smiling
though maybe broken
the tides are high
the pressure is on
the blocks are big
i know am one of it
but he doesn’t show
that the spirit is low
he keep on sailing
fighting , trying
showing and impressing
like nothing heavy he is carrying
he comes in wind and still assuring,
‘whispering like saying ….
. …naaahh am fine !
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