Friendship, poetic thought by George-B

Friendship, poetic thought by George-B

Our friendship is still as pure as dew
after the rain washed
all matter
Like
The water dripping from the hundreds of thousands of years old,
Glacier
Like the water now free of salts,
descending slowly from the largest stalactite in the world,

Our friendship, is pure – a purity so rare in the known world, 

It’s innocent…

 

twinkling-water-drops

twinkling-water-drops (dew)

 

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