Thirst For Friendship
I’m grateful when connected to you dear friend (my taste of sweetness)
You, that makes an oak tree strong and a rose a rose
You give me friendship, that for some is the oldest thirst there is
I do not measure friendship in a cup of tea
I’m a fish, you’re the moon
You cannot touch me...
But you’re light fills the ocean I swim in
ROTMS
(Inspired by Rumi)
poem by Ray Lucero
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