Friends
On the riverbank,
close to the source
we met,
the dawn still fresh
and the river clearWe clung to each other
like otters
as we moved through
childhood watersAs we grew, we all took
different streams
and now when the currents
return us to the shore
we find the ones who know
the people we were then,
in the time that has passed
and there is nothing we
need to say except
‘I know you, friend’© Tanya Southey
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