Ode to a ‘haven’t met’ friend :-)

Like dewdrop that disappeared before the morning sun

Like fragrance from an unknown flower
Like streak of silver light in the night sky from a shooting star

Like distant cloud on the mountain top
Like sweet dream that vanished when I woke up
Like whisper of child murmuring its happiness in sleep

Like song from an unseen bird
Like music rustling leaves made
Like mountain streams I met and parted
Like mist in the valley, that went away with the wind

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"A poem is never finished, only abandoned." – Paul Valery