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    • Oct 5, 2020
    • 1 min read

feel for me while i cannot.

A Poem on Friendship


Though sometimes you may feel like a trampled rose...

I guarantee dear friend you are nonesuch..

You are the beauty that glazes my eyes and drips from my cheeks

The droplets my lover bottles--

You are the sweet fragrance that looms in the crisp air on my morning walks in that field..

your hope is my song during cold nights

& my comfort during the day.

Your presence in this season of my life is a present ill hold close forever,

true friend. Thank you.

-with love

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