Absent Friends
Those eyes that smile wickedly, each time you wink
That belly laughter that echoes, in rooms you enter
This side of life has its highs, never of your ilk
You my friend has the core...new word for cool I hear
How I want to resound your laughter...this side of town or there!
Your silly laugh and better judgement, acumen diverse
The beauty in your eyes, to search for rays, amidst dark clouds
Your patience to sit through stories, of my life in reverse
Braving the weather, seasons, manmade and the Gods
How I yearn to wear your shoes, that side of town or here!
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poem by Sylvi Sylva
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