My Friend

how i miss poetry
like it was my friend

seeing all the pictures
in the grass
like my friend

ground is freezing
floors cold
christmas music flaming
heats the heart
like my friend

people stream by
couple birds
a smoke
coffee is desired
cups all empty
like my friend

how i'll miss poetry
till the end.

by Only Lightt

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