Friendship is not a matter
Of wholesale
Or a package
For retail
Good souls in their follow
They fly
For nectar
Of your soul
Fellow
When you fall
And others flee
There’s
They hold
The hopes
For you fellow
Not in day light
But in doubts of nights dark
You miss the moon fellow
And there’s true in a dim of you
Friendship shine for you for true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem