This, for you I penned

Your eyes sharp as a knife
Yet they smile and attract life
A steady steel I can hold
And ears where my stories are freely told

A friend who fills my glass with water
Just like how she fill me with stability when my ground shake
This, I penned from one friend to another
Holding tigher on this invisible string, with you through all the unspoken the ache

— February 15, 2024

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