The beginning sometimes unpredictable
It may be a greet at the same table
Or just an acquaintance of other people
But still,
It can be something special, memorable
As it brings jauntiness of no tolerable
Along the journey
There must be waves and gales for sure
Yet, pleasure sometimes occur
That quite hard to describe the texture
Exhilaration and delectation
Oh such blessings and great cure
No matter how many members
In this relationship full of colours
Toleration and understanding
Are like strong banisters
Do not ever perceive those matters
As matters of frivolous
Lest you will lose something
Really precious
Yet, not all friends are real friends
Friends are what we call confidants
And always there to reprimand
They are the people
Who always have positive minds
In their hands
Ready to share without vain
Indeed, if you have precious ones
Even only one,
who deserves to be called precious
Love them
dote on them with
your kindness
Yet do not ever abandon the others
Because ignorance
sometimes not a good
option
Friends are experiences; whether good or bad.
Pen off.
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