A POT OF GOLD
My dear friend
I refuse to let
you go,
somehow
it is difficult
to say good-bye
the golden threads
which has held us
together
for so long
refuses to sever
they have been
inter-laced
with time, and
knotted tightly
withstanding
many storms.
I know
at the end of
your rainbow
waits a pot of
gold.
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