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My dearest friend in need
My dearest friend
how fares my butterfly
his wings so weak
in constant fear
of coming storms
his mind a muddle
with the puzzles
of his thoughts
awake concern in friends
to pick up arms
and join the battle
they helplessly stand by
and sigh
as illness overwhelms
and takes the helm
we compensate
and tales relate
to dissipate his qualms
but nothing can give solace
make amends
for nature takes her course
independent like himself
and comfort bends
to woes and pain
instead of happy bones and skin
oh hidden gods
with magic potions
send him now
your special lotions
cure his bad disease
and put him at his ease
Style / type:
Free verse
Last few words:
Something else for skin perhaps? Ann (If only we could)
Editing stage:
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Comments
Nordic cloud
Sun, 2011-05-01 13:27
Ah yes, ah yes dear Shirl.
Ah yes, ah yes dear Shirl. Thank you. My love to you too, Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentmagics02
Mon, 2011-05-02 13:24
Sigh my friend
My friend I pray for our friend and yes I share your words today humbly and with prayers for him.
Bless your write and bless you both
Love Mona
mand
Mon, 2011-05-02 15:03
Hi Ann
It is hard to know that a friend is suffering!
You are a women of deep feelings and empathy. Like Shirley I particularly liked the last stanza, but all of it was heartfelt. I say amen to your words and hope.
Love Mand xxxxxxx