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Rain dropped Friends
Rain dropped Friends Sweet dreams of true friends Make us realize The time we passed together In the realm of nature Awaiting a future of hope. Sometimes I think, If good friends Fell from the sky Like raindrops I would turn My umbrella Upside down And have all that I need. But I know Friends don’t come This way. They come through The ground, From a tiny seed of love, Cultivated With good times And growing into a beautiful flower To enjoy its bloom As long as It is cared for And can play With them On the waves of emotions Searching the shore of feelings. HARASH MAHAJAN© Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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