Bestfriend


The days have past,
Very swiftly and so fast,
There we're in different corner,
Longing to meet and talk.

Not a day spent fully,
Remembering our days of jolly,
As the cat and dog plays,
So we are in those days.

Tomorrow may bring again,
The golden moment by rain,
Good luck be yours,
For the future is ours.

Jess Rutsa

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