Hi!
I wrote this poem long time ago. It happened to me with a friend, so it inspired me to write this poem. People come and go in our lives, but true friends never turn their back. We always have to know our friends.
I walked by Avenue 65.
A tight street,
On the crossing section of a Blvd.
A distant feeling...
I look up in the sky,
Clouds so gray and tight,
They were about to cry.
From a distance I saw a face,
I once knew.
I stop to say "Hi!"
She looked at me strange,
And walked right by.
A tight street,
On the crossing section of a Blvd.
A distant feeling...
I look up in the sky,
Clouds so gray and tight,
They were about to cry.
From a distance I saw a face,
I once knew.
I stop to say "Hi!"
She looked at me strange,
And walked right by.
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