Beneath the sun spreads a day Under the moon hides the night Staring up at the stars is the lurking dark Beyond words breathes feelings Of an action is a gesture In a heart is a belief Same as a leaf shudders in cold embrace of gentle breeze A written thought is kept only if the book burns not A focused one is engraved on the rock of mind A friend it is Who though is free to rend the heart Deems it fresh to end the dispute in troubled minds of both.