Friends sometimes,

Are like driftwood on an endless depth-less stormy sea,

Drifting further apart.

Sometimes, not by will, but by the forces of life

Always trying to reach out, touch hands

But are snatched away from one another.

Every starting point, its own end

Even if we are swept apart today by its currents,

Life will still bring us together again.


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