Farewell Friend

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A pebble drops, still ripples form,

slow spreading on deep water.

A light breeze blows, reflections change

and never quite resettle.

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Though seasons ebb, fresh buds emerge

and opening, shape our living.

Future days will bear some trace

of fruit set in this season.

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Dhaka 2014.

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