Friendship is a strage thing.We are telling to each other the detail of our lives. Things we do not even share with the family who raided us. But, what is friend? A confident? A lover? A shoulder to cry on? An ears to listen? A heart to feel? A friend is all of these or more? No matter where we met, no matter how long we have been together, I call you as a friend. The word so small but, so large in feeling. The word filled with emotion and the word is overflowing with love. As we go on, we remember all the times we had together and life also change, comes whatever we will still be a friends forever.
A friend is like a flower that is giving cut its fragrance
A rose to be exact
Or may be like a brand new gate
That never comes unlatched
A friend is like an owl
Both beautiful and wise
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost
Whose spirit never dies
A friend is like those blades of grass
You can never mow
Standing straight, tall and proud
In a perfect row
A friend is like a heart that goes
Strong until the end of our lives
Where would be in this world
If we did not have a friend
That truly care for us and shares with us their bitter
and sweet memories
A rose to be exact
Or may be like a brand new gate
That never comes unlatched
A friend is like an owl
Both beautiful and wise
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost
Whose spirit never dies
A friend is like those blades of grass
You can never mow
Standing straight, tall and proud
In a perfect row
A friend is like a heart that goes
Strong until the end of our lives
Where would be in this world
If we did not have a friend
That truly care for us and shares with us their bitter
and sweet memories
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