Today, I went to see my old friend
Someone who has been by my side since the beginning.
He has walked with me through the trails in my life.
He has taught me how to dance on the edge of a knife.
He does not speak-
I still listen
He does not move-
I still march
He does not have treasures that you and I could measure.
He gives you the pleasure of an adventure.
It is hard to believe that it's been so long
but time has only made us strong.
Thank you, my dearest friend, for showing me how to be free and introducing me to the trees.
Thank you for a journey that only a Road could take me.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
Today, I went to see my old friend
Someone who has been by my side since the beginning.
He has walked with me through the trails in my life.
He has taught me how to dance on the edge of a knife.
He does not speak-
I still listen
He does not move-
I still march
He does not have treasures that you and I could measure.
He gives you the pleasure of an adventure.
It is hard to believe that it's been so long
but time has only made us strong.
Thank you, my dearest friend, for showing me how to be free and introducing me to the trees.
Thank you for a journey that only a Road could take me.
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