The Philosopher friend

My philosopher friend sits by the fire,
With books in his hands, his thoughts climbing higher
He maps out the universe day by day,
Talks of forever as the years slip away.
 
He never quite notices the passing of youth,
Too lost in his questions, still searching for truth.
Too clever, he feels, for girls to understand.
Too gentle for what this broken world demands.

But maybe some girl will look up at the sky
And see the same wonders that shine in his eyes.
Perhaps she'll sit with him beneath the stars,
And walk every road with him, near or far.

Sparks rise into darkness, the stars tumble down,
The fire glows softly, not making a sound.

May happiness find him and stay till the end —
May love light the way, my philosopher friend.

11.10.2026

To my philosopher friend DLP

(с) Это моя песня, никому не разрешаю ее петь или копировать.
(с) This is my original song. No one is allowed to perform, reproduce, or copy it without my permission.

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