Links of friendship, have been broken,
darkened by evil smile,
lips breathing guile.
Ochry gold mocks decay,
as it wastes slow, parts away,
severs hearts once joined fast,
jagged friendship, past.
How cold must it be,
turning love to enmity,
streams that flowed together,
defunct dried forever.
Words random spoken,
with neglect, love is broken,
some remembrance may remain,
onus pledges, flower stained.
bitter truth is learned,
As wisdom learns repress,
young soul matures,
detaching weeds from flowers.
Author: Sergio A. Morales Gonzalez
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Written: August 12, 2004
Day: Thursday
Time: 10:40p.m.
Temp: 80f-85f
Weather: rainy,cool,warm
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