Some friends come
In life like breeze
Touching softly
And staying gently,
Time with them
Just seems to freeze
Placid the moments
Held perfectly.
Some people met
In life, like flowers
Soon may fade
In time and go
We may forget
And not remember
Goodbyes bade,
Names, we don't know.
Some leave a mark
There in our hearts
Kept as a treasure,
Affectionate tattoo -
Recalling may spark
Inside a part
Of distant pleasure
For we love them... true.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
July 28,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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