Anushiya Morgan


Friendship


Friendship is a gift,
That you choose to give away.

Friendship is a flower,
That grows stronger everyday.

Friendship is a treasure,
Full of riches and gold.

Friendship is a memory,
That can never grow old.

Friendship is a charm,
That you hold near and dear in your heart.

Friendship is a bond,
That keeps us from growing apart.

Submitted: Saturday, June 11, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, June 15, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (6/11/2011 11:36:00 PM)

    Fantastic poem. Full of depth and wisdom. The poem is rich in imagery.
    Great write indeed.
    I give it 10/10.
    Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. (Report) Reply

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