Comrade

In the midst of,
Surreal wilderness.
Thee shone as a light,
In pitch darkness.

It was the time of Spring,
A maiden which ye met,
Seemed as though,
From Beijing!

Like blooming roses,
Had our youth begun.
Lovelier more than,
The shining sun.

Soon thou hath
Become;
Closer, than thy
Own thumb.

This comradeship,
Oh so pure!
Like roaring waves,
Upon a shore.

So cherish thy bond,
Whilst ye share.
Like wintry leaves,
Tis so rare.

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