Two friends, either side of a canyon,
“hello” they laugh, delighting
in each other’s echo.
Two friends see each other
on the other side of a valley.
“See you soon!” they shout.
Two friends lost at night,
divided by the sound of a river,
“Where are we?” they cry.
Two friends, a double-sided mirror
set between them,
“Who are you?” they demand.
Two friends write letters;
letters travel, by air, sea, land,
each says the same thing,
“When I read your words, I see you.”
Two friends, no shared language,
touch finger to finger, hand to hand,
smile, know each other.
the time of flowers has begun
the time of flowers has begun
and all the sorrows of this world
disappear in their presence
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