NURTURING FRIENDSHIP


Solemnly, the race started in dark
With gists, with talk and walked  to smiles,
Like the nailing of that saving ark
Our friendship quickly run miles.

She's a bird of my feather
Times with her- a homely one,
In space we flock together
Without her- a lonely run.

Now love I shown but err was seen
This rightful wrong, who shall amend?
“Just let me be"- all she sings
This loving journey , is this how it'll end?

Our departure, my mind it tortures
This friendship ought to be nurtured.

#PsalmsInk

© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).

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