The early years gave birth to it
Youth and innocence nurtured it
Lonesome company embraced
From one to many
It conquered little hearts
Built an impeccable wall of trust
And brought a river of joy
The zenith was reached
Years later
It wandered in delusion
From one to the other
Could find no pleasure
Like a clever ruse
It could only bruise
Penchant was lost subtly
But the memories returned vividly
Joy there was, plain wonderful joy
Decadence had begun
Defamation followed
Politics and misconceptions
Tore down the wall
Little pain too was felt
But none was to be regretted
For friendship is not for life.
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