In many years of estrangement,
The sun is shining again, more candidly,
As I finally lift the solid blinds of contention
I can see the enigma dissolving,
And words gaining an unusual eloquence
As I discard the need to converse in riddles.
I touch the hand of friendship,
And the world congregates in my palm
I am recreated again to relive the past.
Freckles and wrinkles smoothen
To Impersonate the elapsed youth
Clad in those old trinkets, blushes the desire, anew.
It is an uncontainable enrapture
And I am hallucinating an ancient dream
Do not resuscitate me from this comatizing madness, I plead.
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
Form: Free Verse
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