To find in thought
What escapes reality,
The love of friendship
Separated by time
And distant space.
I sometimes see a bird
Outside my window
And hope he flies to you.
Pure enchantment. Perhaps, that little bird is also a poet. One of your very best, Uriah. Ten seems inadequate here. Warmest regards, Sandra
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