People standing against one another
As if they were opposing weather worn gray mountains,
Which lean over a hidden valley of human identity.
Relationships establish the limits of one’s being
In order to release the individual’s will
Free in an infinite playground of the true-self.
Through territories of strange similarities
Friends encounter each other in the mist
Like trees drawing water from the same brook.
Friendships give shape to the impoverished soul.
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