Unlikely Friends
Friend, find solace next to me.
Let me be a warm embrace.
Share your troubles and be free.
Our silver linings, we shall trace.
Let me be a warm embrace
when your sorrows chill to bone.
Our silver linings, we shall trace,
your tattered heart, together sewn.
When your sorrows chill to bone,
come rest your cheek upon my wing.
Your tattered heart, together sewn -
an angel’s feathers, I shall bring.
Come rest your cheek upon my wing,
share your troubles and be free.
An angel’s feathers, I shall bring.
Friend, find solace next to me.
written 5/15/20 for
Pantoum Rhyme and Personification Contest
Picture #3
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2020
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