Three pals, so tight, like birds of a feather,
Laughing and sharing, come sun or bad weather.
A fourth friend joined, seemed all was fine,
But soon brought discord, like a twisted vine.
Words were spoken, trust shattered like glass,
The trio now fractured, like a broken compass.
The newcomer's motives unclear and sly,
Left the trio wounded, asking Why?
Though time may heal and wounds may fade,
The quartet's tale, a lesson portrayed.
In the book of friendship, a page may turn,
But the fourth friend's shadow will always yearn.
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Journey of Heart: Best Friends Forever
PoetryThis book is about friendships[or I say about my sisters/soulmates ...]. I will capture the laughter, tears, and unspoken language that define the unique bond between best friends. I feel lucky to have them and only few people get real and true frie...
