Posted in Friendship

The lost friend.

Me and my friend

She lend me a hand when

I needed it

 

We climbed up tall trees

And tried not to fall

We ate yummy fruits

Which many never saw

 

Me and my friend

But when I had to go

Tears flowed from her eyes

To her toes

 

Next day I stood

Near that tall tree alone

But now it strangely seemed high!

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Author:

A Capricorn, December born, love writing poems and stories. Music, Art, and Chocolates are important elements of my daily life. While I am crucially deciding on what new to write, I spend my time with my best friends who are competing for the post of Most Craziest, yet the Best and Awesome Best Friend. The aim is to change the world into a better place to live in and the motto is to "be the change."

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