This montage of a long gone friendship,
There was the real you, there was the old me
A story made indeed that is now a memory.
Little do I know how it started?
But how can I forget what we treasured
Wars everyday yet nothing was lethal
No sorrys, no hurts that was we always
Friendship though is fragile as said
A storm as mighty didn’t spare us anyway
Now I see you as same as yesterdays
But a word though hardly sails.
Renuka G
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