A Tale of Friends

Hence she came with long billowing tresses,

glancing, prancing, strolling in long skirts and dresses,
fair a jewel is she to behold,
rare indeed her charm and smile so bold,
spirited, free, independant, so, is she,
but kind, nice, cheery, and helpful she be.

Nary a moment all alone,

her two companions by her side,
constantly together, magic voices through air ~~~ the telephone
Their camaderie such as blood floweth,
>entwined in such uniqueness, a friendship, a sisterhood
perhaps the three trueth!

And now, an imminent departure doth needeth partake

the lady with long billowing tresses,
For as the blossoms of spring doth come as one turn of the wheel is completed
so does she need, want, to journey to lands far unknown,
where the land wears different dresses.
To behold, to seek, to hunger, for lore where the dresses
spring, summer, autumn and winter are worn and lifted.

For two turnings of the wheel they will be apart,

But ne'er even in mine own musings will they truly be separated.
For such is their uncommon closeness, distance, time will, shall not rend them asunder... depart!
Such is, as is, the tale of three friends, comrades, nay, sisters,
~~~ Su Ling, Siew Chin and Valerie cannot be, even in mistaken chance be berated.

Lucky, oh so fortunate doth I, the teller of this tale, the would be poet, be drawn, be allowed, for even a moment, a rare glimpse of such wonderful friendship. Thus I end this tale, such a tale! In fateful anticipation, belief that this tale hath not truly and never will end...

 As foretold, documented in script,
Marcel
(the month of August, the 18th day the year of 1998)