Cosmic Friendship - Poem by Sensuelle Briden
Your hand on my shoulder is a true friendship’s sign.
When I am running astray, it just paints the line
And reminds it’s me who creates my own way.
Our relations are that pure as a real DNA.
You trust in your way; and I have trust in mine.
We have no hand-rail here; and we’re doing just fine
As we draw our staircase under each fearless step.
We just travel, and sing, and invent our map.
We share it all – what we have realized;
What we have recognized; what has been just disguised;
What we understood while learning our cells.
We forget the mind’s hell and we hear the joy’s bell.
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