Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.
Poem dedicated friends:
| Because existence can become severe in one day, just sense me and I'll be there. In the minds eye, I'm not so far away. If you hold out your hand, in the whispers, I'll become the zephyr. and besiege you. If your eye's upon the stars, in the crystalline darkness, I'll become the moon. And the light shall guide you. If you rest upon the ground, in the warmth, I'll become the grass. And embrace you. If you turn outside, in the wetness, I'll become the rain. An upon your forehead, kiss you. If you free the air, in the light of day, I'll become the sun. And smile for you. Between the miles- if you need me. If you need a friend. Let me be the friend, I want to be. |
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