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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 MAHAJANŠ Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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