How can I resist the beauty of friendship
when it beacons the soul to rejoice
over acts of love and mercies?
How can I be deaf to the notes of friendship
when the act of rejoicing echoes melodies
of joy that brings sunshine to dark clouds of tears?
How can I ignore the beauty of friendship
when it is able to merge the past, the present
and the future in the common experiences in time
stamped in albums, videos and other images
reflecting our young and wrinkled faces?
How can I ever bury friendship
when it sows the seeds of beauty and joy
in the heart, when encounters are marked
by the wish of eternity in time,
of saying only hellos and never goodbyes?
Friendship is worth celebrating. I lost one a short while ago and I know the impact. Check out my poem: My Friend Is Gone
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Thanks, Babatunde, for giving your response here. Sorry to hear of your friend you lost. All of us bear sorrows over the loss of dear friends. But such a deep sorrow brings us to see the great value of freindship. and such is a great privilige.