Friendship
Friendship is a blossom.
Friendship will bear fruit.
Friendship never seeks itself
but gives another root.
Seeds of kindness planted
in a field of pain.
Grow in love and harvest
until we are feeling whole again.
Friendship is magnetic
or more like static cling.
It joins us together.
It is a joyous thing.
To have a friend just be one.
Their are plenty to be had.
And when we find a loyal one
it keeps us feeling glad.
Copyright © Val Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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