I met so many friends.
Sadly they end.
Unconciously
Consciously
Subconciously.
We met for a purpose
Then when the purpose
Was done they left.
But there is one friend, whom I can't end.
She is my dearest one.
To that dearest friend,
I just want to tell you
That even if we part ways
I will be doing so many ways
To reached you out.
To meet you again.
For you are my dear friend
Whom I can't end.
Among my friends, among them all.
You are the dearest.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
