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Mid-Flight Friendship

Ah, my friend . . .

We met upon the ride that night,

Our friendship new was born mid-flight.

The moon was high and we were young,

The night sang out with songs we’d sung.

 

Ah, my friend . . .

You made me smile and laugh out loud.

You even charmed the passing crowd.

You listened with an open heart.

You were a friend right from the start.

 

Ah, my friend . . .

And when the night came to an end,

‘Twas hard to say good-bye, my friend.

We vowed we’d meet again some day,

And swore we’d somehow find a way.

 

Ah, my friend . . .

But now the years have flown so fast;

I sadly heard that you had passed.

But I will not forget the night

I made a friend in moon’s mid-flight.

 

Word Prompt:

Friend (noun): A person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations.

Visual Prompt:

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