Two friends with an unbreakable bond at last parted ways,
A deep sigh escaped breaking the cage made with content,
They walked different roads,
They repented the fight but hated each other,
The mountain of ego that they didn’t seem to cross,
Was in actual fact very enormous like a beast itself,
Across the mountain was the river,
It deluged loathe,
Like a mystery, it was deep and gigantic,
They needed a boat to cross it.
Days gone by, as they realise,
The fight was not what they meant,
And after all they were true friends,
They know that their roads will meet at some point,
They knew the earth is spherical,
They knew their bong was magical.
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