My bare feet crunch onto the gravel path.
I wandered outside to check the aftermath,
I noticed a lone bird shaking it's tail..
Where are it's friends in flight?
They all disappeared and nowhere in sight.
The rain poured and they scattered,
To take shelter, and fly on their own.
Like them, at times we lose friends that mattered,
Lose not your Hope, sunshine and friends will come again soon.
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