The beep of the cell, the ring of the phone
Reading her messages, hearing her voice
Things that I await when I’m all alone
In a gloomy day or night, music-noise.

I don’t know what I really feel for her.
Maybe a confidante, a counsel.
Just by mere list’ning, problems that we bear,
Solutions, suddenly, we can foretell.

Thank you my friend for the stories we shared
For time spent talking and listening to me.
And for many a days ahead of care
I await eagerly, those days to be.

Friendship may flourish amid great distance.
A Line between two Points, Friendship’s entrance.

Infinite Fate



Sonnet VI
04/13/01; 3:00 p.m.
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