Our walk on the special rainbow”
Walking home with the one who’s hard to find
Glimpsing at the ground, damp with water
Half-way to the intersection, good memories at home reminded.
Just before it gets quiet, there’s a riot.
A rainbow! A rainbow! A rainbow!
Behind the sun, clouds, and birds, an illusory arc.
The colors can not be expressed, but they will leave a mark.
A mark that will be forever remembered
As a favorite location and a memorable creation.
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We are going our different ways.
Silently, departing day by day,
I look into your face.
Looking for a clue, a trace.
I do not see a hint of the old you.
The one I loved and turned to.
Maybe you have changed.
Or maybe it is me, who’s become estranged.
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Friends are always to the end.
They will be themselves, no pretend.
They’ll walk with you from one class to another.
And even pass their science class, just to be with you
A true friend will never betray you.
But even lay next to you.
A friend is someone who will remove your frown, turn it upside down.
A friend is someone who will always be there to listen to you when you’re depressed.
They are people who you should know the best.
Friends are like gold.
Hard to find, yet bold.
A friend is someone who will remember the tiniest details in your friendship.
The person who will remind you of all the good times
A friend is like an owl.
Both beautiful and wise
A friend is someone who will share because they care.
A friend is the person who will dry your tears.
The reason why you have no fears
A friend is a being who will tell you if your hair looks better up or down
A friend is a person who waits with open arms
To comfort you and block away harms
A friend is that person who will be rereading this poem from here to eternity
A friend is someone like you.
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Running through the field
In search for a daisy
One stands out, among all others.
Is this destined to be mine?
I pick it ever so gently.
And question each petal
He loves me? He loves me not?
Two petals left
He loves me not.
I pick each petal up again from the green grass.
I close my eyes for a minute.
Say I love you and blow.
The wind carries the petals to my lover.
Who in return, swats them away.
2007-11-05
14:59:41
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مدينا Medina ☪
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