rabia javed

(15th April 1993 / Pakistan)

Friends are your..............................


Friends have great conducts of ideal to copy,
So do copy them.

Friends are your beloved,
So do love them.

Friends are much like your siblings,
So be nice to them.

Friends illuminate your life,
So let them.

Friends are much like diamonds,
So do not loose them.

Friends are the great gifts of God,
So adore them.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010
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  • P K (6/20/2006 6:08:00 AM)

    Really!
    If there is anyone in this world, after our family, who is loved the most is a friend.
    And truely they are the God's gift. (Report) Reply

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