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friend(3)

A Poem by Donald Cole
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a revision with its own hope, its own meaning

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Friend
 
Even when I’m not there
You can call on me as a friend
I’ll be there with you,
If you listen to the wind
A gentle breeze through your hair
You’ll feel my heart flow through
And if you look unto the sun
You’ll feel me burning true
If you look into your heart
To where you won’t always see
I wait for you to look my way
Were you to call on me
It’s not too far to my world
It’s yours I cannot reach
Then if you were to walk my way
Oh the walls you’d breach
As I’ve known you for a lifetime
With this little time gone by
All I can do is reach to you
And feel the wonder in my eye.
And I can only carry on
Lest my heart would break in two
If the world won’t take me somewhere else
My dream resides with you
 
So hard to look the other way
And so hard in holding on
Nothing more I can do or say
For without you, I’ll not belong
A door lies before you,
 I haven't got the key
So your world remains to you
Hoping to feel you reaching me
And the wind will still be blowing
And my heart will remain just as it’s been
For to see these thoughts in reality
I’d see you, reaching in.
 
Don C.

© 2009 Donald Cole


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This is simply fantastic writing.. I like the flow, the words chosen, and the emotions so sweet!!! A passionate write that I am privileged to read!!! Another great one tonight that made my night... great work!!! Thank you! =)

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Added on March 13, 2009

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Donald Cole
Donald Cole

Bremerton, WA



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My name is Don Cole. I started writing about 25 years ago when I started dating, go figure). I have saved my poems over the years and used them as a tool to understand me and my world. as of late, mor.. more..

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