Friend, A Third Hand
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Was told: true friend is man's third hand,
And I set out in search of third hand.
To peacocks, hills are never far,
Nor yet rain-carrying clouds are;
To white lilies sun is not far,
Which, when rises all smile they are;
To blue lilies moon is not far
Being their life's sole smiling star;
If whoso be whose friend's not far,
Why should mine elude me so far?
Anyone be anyone's friend,
Just stretch a ready and keen hand.
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Reflections | 03.12.14 |
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