Sane words pacifying the insanity..
Pure and aloof from any profanity..
A friend in need, and a friend indeed..
You are hungry and he is there to feed
His hand follows whenever you stumble..
His words make up, whenever you fumble..
For years he toiled to be on the skies..
With a wild fire sparkling in his eyes..
He lost, he found, he gave he got..
But he is still to give his best shot..
1 comment:
Madamoiselle... I think i know these lines!
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