WHERE IS MY GIRLFRIEND?

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WHERE IS MY GIRLFRIEND??

It was a beautiful day of tea.
we walked and talking about the summer moon
the days turned to weeks we didn't care
with solace and grace, we watched the falling stars
we waited that night for the eclipse to appear
we were best girlfriends, and we didn't care
a lifetime of being alone
we dream of words we can write
they would flow with every look
we broke free of those parallel bars
no windows or doors could keep us in
our words flowed into the other
as we soaked into the luxury of being.,.,
That is my girlfriend. Helen Sarita.. do you know her?? She is a treasure for all ...
Debbie Brooks. (c)

You couldn't find me in nowhere but in the deepest core of your heart.
Ever since we've met, we never dream of being apart.
Our friendship was tested by time. Sometimes we fell, yet we grew.
I was mirthful in many ways. One of the reasons was you.
Like colorful butterflies, we danced on top of beautiful flowers.
We whispered our praises as we rejoiced our friendship.
And even the leaves were glee as they were watching over us.
The branches of trees worshipped our friendship and bowed upon us.
Our words just flowed and blended so warm and bright.
Depicting the sunshine of our wisdom and light
In every sip of tea, we felt the youthfulness of each.
Having the lovely you sitting behind me was indeed bliss.
The kind of you is a grace and blessing to any kind of being.
Always you made me feel so proud to call you my friend.

(c) Helen Sarita
8/10/18

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