Throughout the vicissitudes of a time so fast gone by
how amazing could it be that material links, between us remain
friends, meant nothing it did, but now the last has taught us acceptance
the dominant in here forever remains the effort, without which a poem as such never would have been
so in the dormant hands of worry you left fear and anxiety of making mistakes
and chose the forget the peccadillos of our past, of trust and faith, both so different
so as to extend the duration of a relationship that appeared, once, so unmaintainable
can we just assume that nothing can perforate the relation we currently treasure
or is it only pragmatic to suppose the endeavors must persist in order to keep what we have?
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