A Friend, A Friend indeed,
The fast farce fist that bits.
Even its beauty hides within a
truthful lie of its beams.
It’s not about the woven stripes
of clothes,
or the dove like kind of loafs,
a wolf so said in a sheep’s
clothing.
She dances and makes merriment
to all and to a heart she cared for,
she kills without a second
thought.
Like a river overflowing,
so her dept of lonely love keeps
on Roaring.
She fills a heart of hurt with
kits of fitly ash.
Then cuts feels the heart of a
friend.
A friend does not break the
bone and lives it broken,
When times comes trouble, a
friend sings in tune to awoken,
Kind words, pierce hugs and
soft whispers,
A friend does not appear a
sad,
But a strength that keeps a
heart apt
It takes a heart that loves,
I mean LOVE (GOD) to be a true
friend.
Hope you find a heart that say’s
God.
"Never leave your friend especially in a fire"
Poem By Abraham John
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