An unsung feeling of a boy about his best friend with whom he wishes to grow older..

In the autumn of our life,
When we will be lying on the bed,
And a different person will be there for us to take care,
Through the window we would stare the same moon,
But from different rooms,
We will try to call each other shouting out loud,
But it will end up with a soft whisper sound,
The razz and fun we made of each other,
Will make our eyes glitter together,
And when the holy door appears to be close,
We will remember the summer of 17,
The late night talks,
And our exploding symphony's...

Reaching the end with wrinkled smile and last murmured words ,
I wish I would have said to her,
With you I want to grow older...

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