Friendship
i was once given
a rose
from a friend of mine
was so intensely vivid
and fine
to capture
that moment for eternity
i deposited the flower
in my book
with integrity
dissolved
in the mutual feeling of
affection
i forgot that the rose also had its
imperfection
the once shiny glass
is now covered in dust
the rose
i was given
died of thirst
―s.j
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