Salam. This is an old poem i wrote - about a few months ago. A poem about friendship. It's entitled "Lachrymal Hope". Nothing to do with the pictures though. They just remind me of the good old times :)
Peeking through the iron bars;
that hold the spirits that once roamed free-
I see a black light burning,
as black as infinity's own moonless shadows,
as bright as infinity' own moonlit meadows;
Emanating its brilliant darkness as if it's-
Offering a bleeding hand to be caught;
By my weary hand and thus;
They interlock in a silent odium.
Ah, the efficacy of an opium-
A lachrymal hope.
Kwek. haha. K salam.