It has been an honour to write poetry with you, creating magic with just our own brilliant minds and hands. This is me saying farewell when you return, let our quills become wands and minds become extraordinary thinking machines
creating worlds out of thin air.
My footsteps follow me in pursuit Of the Land of Dreams That awaits me fondly Forthwith I bade my final farewell As I part beyond your range You possess an overwhelming endeavour to satisfy My well-wishes shall ceaselessly endure by your side So long, my friend. A little something I wrote for you, before I depart.