What is friendship but a dialogue that takes years to enfold?
When the dialogue becomes a monologue, friendship unfolds
Into two lonely worlds.
In this sorrowful event, there are frightening weeds
That twist and turn in directions unfathomable,
Impossible to predict.
Fistfuls are ripped away, an attempt of salvage,
But roots are invisible to the human eye.
Commence the heart and see what eyes cannot,
Grab the invaders with mightier endeavor,
Pull by the roots.
Save the dialogue, keep its shape enfolding.
7.17.2009
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