You ask why friends must go away.
Friendship is like ocean waves.
They come in and out, grow deep and tall,
Rise to spectacular heights and fall.
Love is friendship's unsubstantial spray.
It flies high and falls quick; friendship clears our way.
You ask "is this how it will always feel?"
Your contrast is the ocean's deep royals and teals.
Your personal temper is as water's vague blue,
But as circumstance chances, so does the hue,
Sometimes life gives you azure, sometimes gray of steel,
Shades of joy, shades of sorrow, of indifference or zeal.
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