FriendA Poem by anne
Where is my friend?
Comrade, come and let’s flow through the vicissitudes of life together. I wait on the highest hills searching for your genuine hand, and friend I tell you the climb was not simple at all. Find me, my dear friend of solace, and tell me I am not alone. Tell me in truthful words that It will be okay. Fall into my longing arms without any preconceptions of my being. Dig into the very core of my existence without fear and tell me It is time to open. Never deceive my heart, my friend, and our friendship will blossom like Lily flowers in Spring. It is you I long for, dear friend. I will always be true. © 2013 anne |
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Added on April 2, 2013 Last Updated on April 2, 2013 AuthoranneKilleen, TXAboutHello there fellow writers! I am the one they call Anne who is 18 years of age. Writing captivates my soul. I do not consider myself a poet because I know I need much practice. I would rather sit .. more..Writing
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