A surprise, and it was a free verse,
One that's kept me smiling for hours,
A stronghold in the storms,
Freedom from haunting forms.
Yes, communication is best silent,
But words spent with intent,
They have a flavour all their own,
And let in what's at the cusp of the known.
Such reminiscence is subsistence,
An echo of the essence of existence,
What better gift could you send,
Than counting me as a friend?
One that's kept me smiling for hours,
A stronghold in the storms,
Freedom from haunting forms.
Yes, communication is best silent,
But words spent with intent,
They have a flavour all their own,
And let in what's at the cusp of the known.
Such reminiscence is subsistence,
An echo of the essence of existence,
What better gift could you send,
Than counting me as a friend?
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