Poem: Likewise {Shi}

 

 

Strangers to friends tends to blend when getting ahead, the joy it brings when you hear the birds sing in the mid summer rain when jumping and playing on the jumpy springs and child like cheering for the whole world and your friend to be bearing 

Words tend to blend when you are spent in a bed playing and laughing the tides away which therefore that is a friend. 

A friend that’s blends with time makes amends and shoots a gun with you when bent for the midnight reck and be the one to sing the songs to make you feel amazed again

Friends tend to blend but befriends are bent for they are the best.

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