Trust...

I stood with night’s breeze hugging me,
The night’s silver moon reflecting on the sea,
As melted silver; the waves to be,
Come and kiss the beaches, as an unending relation I see,
So unlike life’s many friendships,
Unique it is from all relationships.

Lifting my eyes to the silver moon,
I think to myself,
It is only flesh and blood whom,
Never leave you to yourself,
Never abandon you to cruel solitude,
And even then, there are few of your own breed that forget gratitude.

O sweet memory, O bitter memory,
Of those friends who ceased to be,
I wish it would delete itself; this memory,
Alas! T’is my mind that lets it be,
And make me lose trust for,
Humanity, which I had believed before.

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