Where is the friend;s home?
I asked the sky,
For the night had taken the path in its sigh.
The breeze gave a hint with a leaf's gentle sway,
Said, "Beyond the shadows, just a dream away..."
In the quiet of the alley, beneath the gaze of light,
There lies a house, small - a flame in the night.
Its windows breathe poems, its doors hum a tune,
Its roof speaks softly to the passing moon.
knock on the door, with the purity of dew,
Say: I've come for friend - is it you?
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