At the highways of woes <br />a traveller viewed the wind blows, <br />as he climb up a fearful trail <br />on top of a mountain or a hill. <br />He searched unbearable things <br />that he wouldn't want to know. <br />He longed for something unknown <br />that he wouldn't like to see. <br />He's cleaving for something unusual <br />that he wouldn't want to feel. <br />Now, all the things provided <br />as he searched on the unprovided! <br />What is it then that you see <br />in your naked eyes as it slips away? <br />What is it then that you feel <br />in your naked skin as it wards away? <br />Ah, the only way to a true friend <br />is the heart with gladness, <br />willingness to share what is it <br />treasured deep in his own senses!<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-search-for-a-true-friend/
