The closest thing
From beyond a wall
The dearest time
Strolling open halls
Past the trees
Through rain or cloud
In the shade or
Beyond the mounds
That paint above us
Azure
Someone to grow with
Someone to keep
Thanks for having me
Thanks for the treats
YOU ARE READING
Friends I made along the way
PoetryThese poems are dedicated to friends I've made throughout my life, both the close and the distance, and even those whom I'd met for only minutes.
