Pour, Friends Pour

Friendship begs no strategy

But that we pour ourselves as we are

Like a fountain world by the rain

Through truth and trust

In the molds of our heart, the canvas that is the artist

But what if the way one is (say) for a moment is like a poisoned portion

Hope still, we are being brewed by the heat of love

What can it not cure

The coals of humanity, how will they not purify

What if sour has been the being

Then a little longer on the heat

The brewing shall be done