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Morgan Daruwala Friends From My PastYou were my life, my thoughts, my dreams We made thousands of memories so it seems The world revolved around you, and ever growing me Blinded by untouchable distance Blended in peerless coexistence Now unable to see your true feeling or laughter I left not knowing what would come after Hands grasped tight, you pulled me near Distance for a whisper, but all yelled in my ear “We love you and want you to stay” I promised we would meet again along the way Across the screen I sit feeling faded One of us in the sun, the other one shaded My loves my dears I hope this not to be true Because no matter what, I will always love you They say as one door closes another one opens But new doors start, by swinging to new motions Morning doesn’t call the way it did long ago Sounds new and exotic, though not what I know The words I’m saying must be understood I am the tree, and you are my roots and my wood My leaves are reaching out from the base we have made Never to be forgotten, but from it I have strayed You are my friends, some good and some better My thoughts become words, forming a letter The sun rising there, is the same one I see So when the sun sets, don’t forget about me |
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