New Friends

Memories drip like honey from a tree,
Touching the bitter earth for all to see.
Washes away the hurt of today,
Bringing back the innocense of yesterday.

To cherish a friendship that is so new,
Touching our souls together, now one not two.
Sharing our dreams, the illusion it sends
Being together forever in time as friends.

Nov. 1992

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