By #ChoitalykRuman
Some bonds aren’t made with noise or show,
They bloom in ways we barely know.
A glance, a word, a moment’s grace—
And suddenly, we find our place.
Though roads may twist and skies divide,
A true friend walks there, just outside.
Not by our side in every hour,
But felt in thought, a quiet power.
When life begins to lose its pace,
And doubts move in to crowd the space,
A single voice, both calm and clear,
Can lift the weight we didn’t hear.
In triumph’s light or sorrow’s rain,
They hold our joy, they share our pain.
No need for masks, no roles to play—
They know our truth, and choose to stay.
So hold them close, those rare and few,
Who see the soul inside of you.
They are the light we often miss—
A sacred gift, a silent bliss.
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