Jumat, 12 Agustus 2011

PUISI 8

FRIENDSHIP



Not for what or what basis we become a friend

But it's from the heart.

Sincerity to share and divide

Soothing rather than freeze.

Warms not give a burning sensation.



Friend is.

Someone who knows something bad in us.

Someone who is always angry when we do wrong.

Someone who is always trying to portray a smile on our lips.

Someone who always lend a shoulder to lean on.



Friendship is like hands and eyes.

When eye cries hand hurt.

And when the eyes cries the hand wiping away tears.

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