Friendship

I Lost a Friend

The swallow’s flight

At dawn’s first light,

The sweet perfume

Of myrtle bloom,

And cicada song,

all hot day long,

Seem at first glance

Summer’s gleeful dance,

A grandiose parade.

It’s but a taunt and charade.

As sun fell low

And sky blushed rose,

In fading light

I lost a friend tonight.

 

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