. Friend . Popo . Friend .

Memories of her starts at 13,
white dress, and blue skirt.
blackboard and hard wooden chair..
it still lingers in my head.
Those were the days,
when we're both wild and free
having fun and stress free

Time passes by,
adulthood says hai,
steps on a different path,
write own journey
with different goal and hope
journey of self discovering,
journey worth to be explore

Sop the time, and we meet
catching up, you and me
exchange stories with cup of coffee....
we seems apart but never at heart
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