FRIENDSHIP

I know
the tree of sorrow
that grows to shroud your soul.

You know
the patch of desert
that turns my tears to stones.

How often have we crossed
the murky fields of fear
How often have we burnt
the splinters of a dream.

But now, my friend, but now,
letīs dive into the fragrance,
the buoyant winds of life.
Letīs float on eaglesī feathers
and dance to tinkling bells.

Our hearts are tied together
with strands of gold and blue.
Our hearts are tied together
with strands of gold and blue.

Our hearts are tied together.

Copyright by Carna Zacharias

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