A poem to you my friend,
I write while at the window pane.
I pen my heart as blue deep letters
On these pages, as I ponder,
On the albums; the memories,
That we share like Church bread,
Under the scorching sun.
Like the Great China wall:
With cracked scars to your bricks–
That I caused,
whenever you defended me;
not that I’m proud
But I’m grateful you’re my guard.
Hot and cold seasons have passed
Our bond has matured.
We still stand in for each other,
like a flip of a coin.
When the head shows not,
The tail does proudly show.
Just like banks of the river,
That have seen both the storm
And the blue smile of the river.
But have never parted from it;
The same way our friendship is.
Read – Future Friends – A Poem by Zungu Bongani, South Africa
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