Dave Tanwar

Rookie (July 17 / Jodhpur, India)

Friend - Poem by Dave Tanwar

Pulling you through when the tide is high
Keeping me high, when spirits are low
Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old

Behind me as my shadows, yes it is true
Always there... yes that's you.
Life becomes Death, glee turn in grief
Our Friendship will grow with the ages of leaf

Thou is a wine, made of grape
Sieve though Sands and flushed through shape
Finger of yours, ocean of grim
I will cross, like day breath

Proud as your crony, all my thanks
Proffer to thou, o the lively O’ class
Thou Beauty enlightened my darken bubble
Earlier I marvel, why it is murky


Comments about Friend by Dave Tanwar

  • Rookie - 0 Points Christina Phan (7/18/2009 1:20:00 PM)

    true
    there is someone who always there for u
    Behind me as my shadows, yes it is true
    Always there... yes that's you.
    Life becomes Death, glee turn in grief
    Our Friendship will grow with the ages of leaf
    kept it up
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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 17, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 19, 2009


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