I once had a friend,
overflowing with liveliness, 
the end lived inside of him, 
and thrived upon his cells.

A blue eyed boy, 
carefree and wild,
with the world at his feet,
whenever he smiled.

His friendship was a treasure,
amidst this stormy weather;
missed forever, 
since that day in September.


PHOTO CREDIT : YAN BERTHEMY

 

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