My friends, my friends
Do you know how I became nice yo you,
If I had a dream, you were my dreamy things
That I can't make a lie;
In the night, in a day
How I could be,
It was too much
But I can't but swear about you
Day a long,
It's too day a long
Having made a nest in your minds
Once I became your friend;
Not too small
Not too a long fall
Thus ever be our breaks in life,
I love that you love
I choice that you have
But only a mystery would call
You and me,
Later we lose in fuss
But we must be in true sense.
Written By-
[[[[Abbie Clare (P.B)
04/07/2017
Gazole,
W.B,
India,
(Afternoon) ]]]]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mutual dreaming in friendship swears you. There is love that is reflected in lyrics. In true sense friendship is well reflected in this nice poem....10
Thank you Sir