Friendship is like a flower,
Glowing in its glory,
Each and every seed,
Telling its own story.
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| As each flower blooms, And then continues to grow, More of its strength and knowledge, Continues to show. |
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| And like a garden, It blooms much more fair, When carefully tended, By those who care. |
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| Once in a while, You come across a friend, Who is as beautiful as a flower, With a good heart to lend. |
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| So I picked this flower, And pulled it apart, And soon all its pieces, Grew into my heart. |
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| But when I realized, Is that this flower that grew, Was not leaves and petals, But pieces of you. |
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| Your love and kindness, Your strength and power, Have helped me grow, Into my own little flower. |
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| And now with our friendship, I’ll never let go, And we can help others, To flower and grow. |
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| Photography by Ann Tran | |||
Beautiful!
so very beautiful ANN. the thought as well as the flowers.
Lovely words Regina. Love the pics Ann!
Such beautiful words and pics.. I want to spread it all over the world.. well done Ann.. a very well written/illustrated piece.
x j
Dear Ann Tran,
Thanks so much for the thoughtful poem & composition of fantastic flowers 🙂 It brightened my day.