friendship
he was a friend
cherished, loved was he
friendship, a tree blossoming
while fragrant flowers permeate the night air
he was once a friend
cherished, loved he was once
while flowers fall, littering the ground
the fragrance lingers, through the night
behold! the dawn
the branches, bared for all to see
they rot,the withering wind blows
was and was only
not anymore
by samuel liu=)
2 comments:
^^ WOW~
BB, write me one too. <3<3
We ask too much from the word "friend." In fact, I think all of my friend are like what have been described in the poem.
Friend isn't that great.
However, friends who I feel as close as my brothers are different. We think for one another and there is no suspicion among us. And probably we have a similar goal in life. you don't have to agree.
suspicion!sometimes a person dun suspect much...but we may tink that he or she suspect alot.izzit because we too suspect that person.there will be no suspicion if things were make clearer.tellin your fren wad u really feel...but not keep avoidin him while he is tryin to know wad is in your head.
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