Friends are flowers,
Hundreds of them crowd in a field,
You try to pick the best ones,
However you must spend your time,
Watering them,
Nourishing them,
Or they wilt and die,
You can put your best effort in them,
You can do everything right,
But you are just buying time,
Because they will always wilt and die,
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoesíaIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
