Friendship is somewhat like a balloon soaring through the sky,
Clouds may continue to float on past by,
It seems to carry forward, not knowing where it will end,
But it stays strong, not giving in to bend,

There will be no sadness in the faces, no gloom,
When with another you see the smiles that loom,
Like a friendship that builds, the laughter it will bring,
Spirited and soaring as if it is its own crowned King,

To meet new friends, has a meaning of its own,
As time goes on, the friendships have grown,
I am happy that I have met you here,
Your friendship to me, I hold very dear…….

@Califdreamer 04/2010

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