A Pot of Gold

My dear friend
I refuse to let
you go

somehow

it is difficult
to say good-bye
the golden threads
which has held us

together

for so long
refuses to sever
they have been
inter-laced

with time, and
knotted tightly
they have withstood
many storms

I know

at the end of your
rainbow
awaits a pot of
gold.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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