Kim Cresswell


A Poem For A Dear Friend

The prettiest things blossom from the hardest of places,
Like the longing of love from heartbroken faces,
That ache in your chest that never subsides,
Those tears in which stream from your reddened eyes.

It was hard at first to even get noticed,
Your heart warned with the bitterest protest,
But your view was set and you followed your mind,
Hoping that your destinies were entwined.

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