NaPoWriMo 9 – a nine line poem

Sometimes an old friend knows

Just how your story goes – 

They were there when it began.
They know the games you played,

The mad mistakes you made,

Share the songs you always sang –
And sometimes they can see

The thing you meant to be,

And the things that you still can.
It’s a form! First of the year. A Balassi stanza , nine lint has for April 9. 

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