This poem is a collaboration with my little and fantastic cookie bruchstuecksammlerin,an incredible writer,who is the reason this piece is out here, she put much effort into this and without her,this work wouldn't exist.Check her out please.♥

GLOBAL PALS
As an adult sailor from Africa,
I came across countries, even Costa Rica.
I made friends with people of global.
This was possible, thanks to my mobile.
No signal on sea, that was hard to cope.
As if on cue, I found my telescope.
One view, I was closer to a continent.
Alight and met this pal who is intelligent.

As a young sailor from Europe,
I came across countries with the help of a rope.
I met friends through the internet.
Poor network yet wasn't willing to disconnect.
Thought the new friend is around my age.
Like a book, we both were on different page.
Distance and culture was never an issue.
I'm teary right now, I need a tissue.

As an adult sailor from Africa, 
I wanted to travel with the name Erica.
I encountered toxic friends in my journey.
But this my special friend,  deserves all my money.
Being so nice to me, I mistook her as a boy.
Teaching me her language,  brought me nothing but joy.
Few identify her as little Dilara.
My secret nickname for her is flower.

As a young sailor from Europe,
I'm online while my heart is filled with hope.
As global pals, we often meet here.
We always have some thoughts to share.
Important to us, because we really care.
Among our siblings, we are both oldest in line.
What a coincidence; we are ready to shine.
Why should we lie?
We'll never dare.
Believe this, our frienship is so rare.