Friendship Lost

The hand of friendship
Hangs alone and empty
Not sprouting growth.
Portraits in dusty corner
Fly thoughts of fancy in
Languished days erased.
Laughter’s postcard wilts
A palette in sunshine fades.
Ghosts walk hallways
Calendars of feckless time.
I hear the sea taste the salt
A flask of hope remains.
The candle burns still
Battered by the storm.
Tyres wear, bearings ache
Heavy lead groans.
The journey twists tangled
No direction focused.
Blue eyes green and hazel
Tomorrow a smiling day.

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Pen&Ink +Photoshop

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