FRIENDSHIP
Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.
Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.
Dance Upon The Wind.
I wasn't looking for it, but some how it came, and found me.Before I had a chance to react, it wrapped it's warmth around me.Like a thief in the night, it has come and gone.I have nothing, but that vision to reflect upon.Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.All day long, in my mind, I walk love's lonely street.Like a tired man that longs to sit, but just can't find a seat.Then, there it was again, up ahead, to light my way.Only to vanish once more, just like all my yesterdays.Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.I don't know where I'm going, and where I've been isn't much to speak of.I just know my heart is always showing, leading me to some far off love.Just when I give up the fight.Here it comes to make the bad things good, and the wrong things right.Only to leave me lost and lonely again.Drifting away as my thoughts dance upon the wind.
Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.
Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.
Dance Upon The Wind.
I wasn't looking for it, but some how it came, and found me.Before I had a chance to react, it wrapped it's warmth around me.Like a thief in the night, it has come and gone.I have nothing, but that vision to reflect upon.Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.All day long, in my mind, I walk love's lonely street.Like a tired man that longs to sit, but just can't find a seat.Then, there it was again, up ahead, to light my way.Only to vanish once more, just like all my yesterdays.Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.I don't know where I'm going, and where I've been isn't much to speak of.I just know my heart is always showing, leading me to some far off love.Just when I give up the fight.Here it comes to make the bad things good, and the wrong things right.Only to leave me lost and lonely again.Drifting away as my thoughts dance upon the wind.
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