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To an old friend I've not met yet

Across the miles

I send my smiles

I want to see you, talk to you, look into your eyes

I want to rush to meet you, flying through the skies

I want to but I can’t, the constraints are such

To realize my dreams, at present,  I can’t do much

After having “lost” you for a year I’ve learnt to cherish our friendship more

So I promised myself to try to meet you someday, somewhere for sure

But for now, these word so f mine will have to suffice

And I thank God for making you so nice.

-Marisha

June'98

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