The thought behind the page
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Poetry
“
A Friend
”
It’s a small place
bright, but small.
There was always that one friend that would run to me
play with me
hug me at troubled times.
When our eyes meet
there’s a collision of warmth
happiness
friendship.
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