Appears like some people can find comforts only when they spill their words their own fashion. Anon's ways though, can not be ignored. Here's another piece from Anon for this. the same story, different in its own ways. Received via mail, publishing rights denied, and still being overruled...
She was a special one in his life,
No! neither love, nor was she his wife :P.
For him, she was a dear friend,
In life's ways, a helping hand to lend.
They walked together on foreign lands,
In all his distress, she held his hands.
She had known his ways fairly well,
What he thought, she could always tell.
And then, when he learnt that she must go,
How to react, he did not know.
To show her, he put on a happy face,
but to accept the fact it took him days.
When now the fact he's come to accept,
Everything, he now sees in retrospect.
For all that she's been, for all that she's done,
He asks for her friendship, ever after she's gone.
If only Anon'd ever written "Fairy Tales" too...
She was a special one in his life,
No! neither love, nor was she his wife :P.
For him, she was a dear friend,
In life's ways, a helping hand to lend.
They walked together on foreign lands,
In all his distress, she held his hands.
She had known his ways fairly well,
What he thought, she could always tell.
And then, when he learnt that she must go,
How to react, he did not know.
To show her, he put on a happy face,
but to accept the fact it took him days.
When now the fact he's come to accept,
Everything, he now sees in retrospect.
For all that she's been, for all that she's done,
He asks for her friendship, ever after she's gone.
If only Anon'd ever written "Fairy Tales" too...
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