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Our friendship is paper

By Ivan Pineda | Category :: Poem

Our friendship is paper ....
We never talk to each other for more than a minute ....
And we are yet to hang out ....
When did the mere word friends become more than a cup of coffee or a second of laughter? ....
It's just like looking at the picture of the sun and saying, that's a wonderful sun....
We need to grow this flower called friendship....
Otherwise the drought of time and thirst of emptiness will wither the flower of friendship ....
You and kid, we've either got to let it grow or die ....
Like when birds sing in the spring ....
Or like leaves drop in the fall ....
When the sun rises we'll ....
Know that the night did not kill her ....
Make her die in the cold ....
But we've got to work for her live ....
Come on my friend ....
Take my hand ....
And let's start a new journey ....
And grow this flower called friendship ...

By Ivan Pineda | May 11, 2013 | Category > Poem >Friendship | Comments | Views 495

 
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