By JH Sayyar
Not
time, nor tide, nor miles that lie between
Can dim the light that true friends always share.
Through darkest days and skies of shifting sheen,
Your voice still finds me, steady, strong, and fair.
No need for crowns, no grand or golden word,
Just laughter echoing in mind quiet halls.
Your silence speaks more sweetly than a bird,
Your presence lifts me when the spirit falls.
We walked through storms, joy and quiet night,
Not side by side, but never far apart.
Your soul touched my own with gentle might,
A constant home within my roaming heart.
So may this bond, unshaken, ever grow—
A flame that warms, no matter where we go
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