Steadfast
This is a revised version of one of my previous poems on 'Friends'.
Friends are like gems precious,
rare to find, pure and gracious;
Friends are like butterflies charming,
cheerily fluttering in the garden of our lives,
persuading us to positive perceptions,
with their wings of hope gleaming;
Friends are like glossy stars, steady and bright,
embossed perfectly with their yellow-white,
to the dreary dark velvet of our minds,
adorning them with eternal sparkles of light,
inspiring with their deep insights,
each one unique of it's kind;
Friends are like the filled pages
of the year-end autograph book,
filling our minds with myriads of memories,
as its letters of teen fragments eagerly you look -
a glow of warmth reflecting in your smile;
Friends are like the poetic picture prompts,
waking up our slumbering souls
with creative instincts anew,
to pen fresh verses on 'Life'.
Date: 08/22/2022
Copyright © Anitha Jayasankar | Year Posted 2022
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