The taste of a good friend

This poem is written by my friend, Worldofesin.

You're the beautiful poppyflower that sits in a corner of the big city street in Tirana.
You are the last sailing ship on the ocean thats lights shine after the sunset.
You are my little hedgehog, i used to give a bowl of milk, every night before sleeping.
Kamela, you are sunray of the swiss mountains. I will never forget your generous blow of the clouds through the snowy mountain peaks