Tender Friends

My apartment's finally clean, time to scribble shit.


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Tender Friends
Seems like there’s no place to go in life,
But if we’re lucky we’ll find a place to be
Like maybe lying in a patch of grass,
Just being there with the clouds and sun,
The smell of Earth which needs her worms,
A butterfly that feels no need to worship
As it lands on the knee it feels at one with.
All the striving of dreams misses the point.
Still I wish you were here to be with me,
And share a thought of beauty, a smile,
For tender friends never miss the point.