To my friend

                R.Z.

I offer you thoughts, soft whispers to the soul,
No need to follow—just ponder, take hold.
If they find a home in your heart's grand design,
Let them weave gently into your life's line.

Hearts fall not for beauty's fleeting guise,
But for laughter's echo, for curls that rise.
Dimples cute dancing, a freckle near a smile,
And even scars—each tells a story worthwhile.
Beauty's allure is a shallow quest,
But the soul’s depth—this is love’s truest test.

Life is a piano, with keys black and white,
It's love, it's joy, sorrow, and plight.
To hear life's music, we must bravely play,
Touching both - darkness and the light of day.

When friends lay their troubles bare to you,
They don't complain—they trust, they’re true.
Hold their words in the palms of care,
For their trust is the rarest gift to bear.

The dearest treasures are always near,
Hidden in plain sight, but crystal-clear.
Know their worth before time takes toll,
Cherish them fully, with your heart and soul.

Each of us holds a thin silent line,
A boundary of pain, a limit divine.
We endure, we wait, we reflect so long,
But one moment can break—a silent song.
No words, no reason, no farewell prose,
Just the quiet step where the journey slows.

Live at the center of your life’s embrace,
Not on the margins of another’s strange space.
Guard within you the essence true—
Cherish the human in all you do.

For in this, the soul finds peace anew,
A melody timeless, pure, and true.

01/10/2025