Finally, she has joined her friends,
Having gays and guys as play mates;
Aly, Evy and Samy where together.
Three flutes with a single melody,
Interchanging runs through changing vistas,
Notes like birds alighting on a tree.
To some, friends are like books upon a shelf,
Where, flowers are banding in a single thread.
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