Jolly
The first time we tuned in, the joy also walked in.
Then we wanted to do it again for the second time,
and the friendship happened unanticipatedly.
Against the contrast each of us owned, we mutually share the same wavelength after all.
Until the last time we play on the beat,
I collected a pack of our memories to linger in my pocket.
And for another time coming ahead,
I am hanging in the hope that distance would be just trivial.
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