A True Friend
To me, a friend is not a person you carry with proud;
But a person, you two been carried by wind above a cloud.
To me, a friend is not a white gold or a pure gold;
But a stone, will glitter most when you two become old.
To me, a friend is not a part of your body or soul;
But both, that shares the joy and removes the woe.
To me, a friend does not share to caress the ego;
But does speak out the truth and embrace you to go on.
To me a friend, has never been a hill or a mountain;
But is always the land, you recently will to be in.
To me a friend, is not just a sharer of the fullness;
But the sharer of your hunger and thirst, and even the dullness.
To me, a friend will not always be the entertainer;
But also the visitor, you will always be glad to have near.
To me, a friend does not have to speak from mouth;
But consciously, speak from the eye to kill the doubt.
To me, a friend is not a shoulder to carry out the path;
But together, a new built path you move on until the dath.
And a TRUE, I mean a TRUE FRIEND cannot be forgotten, and will not forget,
Until your moments, with each other lasts;
And that's, what I want to call it MY FRIEND, before the end:
'We were true friends, and still we are,
And forever will be.' It's surely a letter to send.
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