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Best Friend

*How can I have a fight with my best friend?

The mountain blows, the landscape is destroyed.

A desert where there once were fields and gardens.

Black lava where flowers once brought joy.

And then shots of grass come through the blackness;

Slowly love asserts itself again.

He calls, I cry, we go through days of whispers,

And fields once more grow lush in sun and rain.

Ah! But now I'm fearful of the mountain:

I walk by trembling, set for it to blow.

Life's beautiful, but also very painful;

I have the strength to love, now that I know.

LadyRouge LadyRouge 22-25, F Mar 15, 2010

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