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A friend suffers hurt, a lack of hope The agony of loss and its utter despair Yet she is unable to feel the brokenness To bring the cleansing, healing flow of tears Too much pain in such a short time Rushes at the soul breaking it in two So quick that she feels the frozenness Of a heart rendered but not yet aware Yet the time will come as she wanly waits When such grief will seep through her being Etching itself upon her lovely soul Like delicate filigreed golden threads So that she shines like the moon itself Reflecting the care and love for others That creates a precious person of meaning One we would all yearn to want as, our friend!

A friend suffers hurt, a lack of hope The agony of loss and its utter despair Yet she is unable to feel the brokenness To bring the cleansing, healing flow of tears Too much pain in such a short time Rushes at the soul breaking it in two So quick that she feels the frozenness Of a heart rendered but not yet aware Yet the time will come as she wanly waits When such grief will seep through her being Etching itself upon her lovely soul Like delicate filigreed golden threads So that she shines like the moon itself Reflecting the care and love for others That creates a precious person of meaning One we would all yearn to want as, our friend!