Friends Adrift - Poem by Marc Krüger
Why in absence of a solemn oath,
With indeed no promise made.
Neither grieve, but both,
The losing of each other's shade.
No telling what tomorrow brings,
A croaking toad, or birds may sing.
A brand new road -
A painful sting.
Where will I go?
In many circles,
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