Each of us has a
hidden placeSomewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest
feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our need, all our dreams,
All even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that
person to see, to feel and to
shareAll the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we''ve stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden real,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place, where a bit of himself will stay forever.
All we call that person a Friend . . . . . . . . .
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