Bok
Cold autumn morning
My mind goes to you,
Dear friend of closeness
Friend closer then any
Two souls like no others;
A destined bus ride
Talking of the sky
Friend, my heart reaches out to you
You challenge me
You open me,
I learn from you
And you learn from me,
Books, drawings, writings
Movies, ideas…
We need and share these
They spark our beings,
And in return we sharpen
We sharpen each other,
Lifting each higher to the Lord
Higher then before
Higher then what could be done alone.
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