Your Friends at Poetry Soup
Are they really true?
At times, I ask myself that?
Are they who they pretend to be?
Or wearing a sequined mask and hat?
But, I do know the ones who are there for me!
It’s like sitting with a friend…
Beneath acool willow tree.
There is a love there, that never expires.
Their heart smiles gladly with you,
Way far beyond any poetry miles.
Love, Pangie
6/20/2025
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2025
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