My Friend Has Music

Alone, the friend has music,
So much strength is in this butterfly;
The beach of an angel is ready for basking in,
Then rain shall sound after the summer on it,
And loss is the brother of the friendly man,
I ask him to be in solitude, and be sorry
For the sound of rushing rain, the mother of storms.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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