Best Friends

 

sadness winds

and binds our feet

along the way


in twists and tatters

of wind whipped

cloudy days


(not that it matters)


for the best of friends

when life intends to

take us where it will


so what if the spills


(sometimes)


outweigh the thrills

and pound us down

into the ground


when we can do no

more than lie still


(so still)


yet smiling

in the sand

if we just

hold the hand

of that very

special friend

copyright r.b.franklin 08/03/07

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