For G

O What have I done ! What have I done !
To thy happy soul freely flying,
Flying as it was like that butterfly
Until I became a dead lead weight,
And not an anchor that you hoped for,
To which you tied your hopes to.

Time and Understanding will
Will swiftly grind me to dust.
I hope I can become
To your now hurt pretty wing
A little adornment when you'll soar,
And not a toxin that posions only more
with Time.

Dear friend, you're blessed
With that precious commodity.
And whatever learnings
A breaking heart might offer,
They should not be weighed,
If I can help it,
In your sanguinity.




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PS : sometime in Sept-Oct 11