They go around together like a pack of poets.
You see them standing beside the canal
setting sail on their imagination.
They sit together in coffee shops
sipping memories
chewing on regrets.
Then they build new days
with bricks of creativity
held together by the mortar of their friendship.
After eating a Thai dinner
they wander into a bookstore together.
Heading for the poetry section,
they look through eyes of belief
and see their own names printed in gold.
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