Artemis Gutierrez


Friendship


Friendship is a rope that bounds us together.
Friendship is like a page in a book,
it needs words.
Friendship is as plants to water.
Friendship sounds like a newborns first laugh.
Friendship feels like a ton of metal,
nobody can move it.
Friendship is like two gravestones sitting side by side,
Neither stone will never move.

Submitted: Thursday, September 27, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 28, 2012

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  • Anoop Nair (3/21/2013 12:43:00 AM)

    Dear Friend,
    I like this poem about friendship.I really appreciate if you read my poem about a friend and give your valuable opinion.Thank you (Report) Reply

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