A POT OF GOLD

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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