Unforced and natural
shaping each other
far from temporal
the much-needed breather.

Who could have thought it’s a strike?
but it’s here
midst friendship & mutual likes
it looks so sincere.

Not worded but in itself a story
silence as chosen language
it nourishes with hardly any worry
years pass yet it never comes of age.

Deeper and deeper it grows
layered in every aspect
brings back people from their lows
it earns so much more & respect.

Fights never regular
harmony so permanent
in itself a pillar
with no opponent.

Opposite of hate
magic doubles
rechristening fate
O! a lovely bubble.