Intimate FriendA Poem by Kuhr Gred
A souvenir of the past
Holding on One's desire The truth seekers of life Through thousand miles I call to my mind All joyous reminiscence Flows from my spirit You will be my inspiration Even you're not by side I'm ready to give my hand In any game we move Running to finish line And I'll wait the day Till we meet again!
© 2012 Kuhr GredAuthor's Note
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