Caring And Crumbling Poem by Sharron Stephenson
Caring And Crumbling
Wish a moment to kiss the lips of a loving,
Lover.
Hold the call to hear the sound of a voice,
Of a friendly friend.
Reach the hand of a caring soul from the,
Past gone by.
Cross the heart of the family member who,
Stands by the crumbling mind,
The hurt you feel will slowly pass the path of,
Riches.
The gaurded wing will soar through the clouds,
High in the sky at dawn.
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5/5/2024 12:59:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very good description of what friendship can be.