As i walk by the shore of life..
Occasionally picking shells to collect, each has a story, each a memory.
One among them i am proud to say is you!
As the waves wipe my footprints and the tide tosses our friendship,
Time alone will tell how often you are remembered.
After I've journeyed thru and my days grow cold,
I sincerely hope, fondly I'll hold those warm shells close to my Heart!!
The moon n the stars could not be one but are in the same sky...
Friends don’t meet often but yet don’t stop being friends!!
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