His generous heart remains in my soul 

​A radiant dream existed in the middle of my  sweet sanity 

I’ve found my dearest friend in delight on those green valleys

His voice was familiar I’ve even captured his face

From our childhood years his voice I could tell remains the same

Despite of life’s  given horizon his generous heart remains in my soul

Those good memories  will never be  flushed by the rain’til we get old

So glad his name visited my dream that I’m  very glad to choose

To let him know that his good deeds will forever  be treasured more than a gold

Dedicated to my childhood  bestfriend  

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