Metto T.

In the realm of friendship's gentle bloom, Where souls converge, in a sacred room, I find delight, a joy unfurled, In crafting memories that span the world. With open heart and spirits bright, We tread the path of shared delight, Across the borders, languages anew, In every moment, our friendship grew. In words, unspoken, we find a key, Unlocking doors to unity, Through laughter's dance and stories shared, A tapestry of cultures, rich and rare.