Comments about Vincent Gogh
Our friendship is like treasure,
Though it doesn't sparkle or shine,
It's still makes a person feel rich.
I remember like it was just yesterday.
On that hot semi-summer day.
In that field; on a trip to find enjoyment.
With enemies and friends by our sides.
I saw you and me.
We were contemplating on the same thought.
Because a wonderful treasure happened.
Wonderful indeed; made me gleeful.
Subconsciencely or not.
Doesn’t matter if you made the move first, or me.
Who cares if I stood still?
Or that you opened your arms?
Just that a ...