50 Friendship Poem by Saiom Shriver

50 Friendship



I choose not a campfire's sparks but the sun
I chosoe not a puddle but the deep blue sea
I choose not balloonjailed air but the wind
and for my friend I choose thee.

Thursday, June 19, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: friend,sea,wind
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