A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like those blades
Of grass
you can never mow,
standing straight, tall, and proud
in a perfect little row.
A friend is like a heart
that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.
Poem by Faith.
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