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my poem..."Friend"

“Friend” is such a wonderful and beautiful word…
“Friend” is those people who don’t care where you are from
or where you have been….
“Friend” is those people who are so kind to you when some are so mean.
“Friend” is those people who just really care who you are
not who you are trying to be or who you pretend to be…
“Friend” is those people who you could share story
and really care about “us” not only about “me”…
“Friend” is those people who could remind you and reflect you.
“Friend” is those people who support you and be there for you.
“Friend” is those people who don’t want anything back from you.
“Friend” is those people who always wish a good thing for you.
“Friend” is another word which makes your life meaningful.
And “Friends” are those people I am thankful.
I am so lucky to know you guys
and I appreciate your love and care…
I am so happy right now
and it’s the feeling I would love to share.


Yosita Anita V.

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