Trekking down swiftly on the dusty grounds to our hearths, sweats washes over us like rain,
Our laughter echoes back at us in pure bliss almost like that of wide-eyed youngsters,
The earth trembles as we stroll down the route of comradeship, an eternal expedition,
Friends, it's high time we murdered the green-eyed monster with the green horns,
Friends for life is what we shall become, in this life and the life anticipating our arrival.
'Twenty kids can not play for twenty years', an adage says, I do not concur with this proverb,
Our trio will continue to re-create memories, even when a century has come and gone,
The heaven has blessed this brotherhood, so let this brotherly love operates in us forever,
Comrades, adhere to the euphonic lyrics of the wind, let her whistlings whisper wisdom,
Comrades, we've come this far not by default, we've come by resolving our disputes as one.
©DECHOSEN1🌹
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