first move,
move to put one's shoulder to the wheel,
wheel which doesn't know two headed path, dawn to dusk, it moves on.
But warmth of alliance escort the avenue.
Still avenue has hurdles,
Hurdles which try to pierce the alliance.
But the bond is not so impotent,
Which won't restrain the jurk of this jouney.
Jurks are made to puncture the alliance,
But the warmth that puts a hunk to that punctured wheel is friendship.
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