Friend

Friendship is something that you cannot see, touch, or smell.

You can hear it in every birds song

And feel it around you with every warm breeze.

It is a soft pillow that waits for you at night

And reaches out its arms like a big oak tree.

It makes you laugh, smile, frown, and cry

It has no shape or form.

You can keep it in your pocket, and pull it out on a rainy day

No one else will ever share the same feeling.

Even though we are far apart, and we grow old,

I will always be there when the sun goes away

And the night gets cold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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