True friends are like pure
diamonds
Mined from the deepest part of
a Russian mine
Like the purple mat flower of
the desert
They are able to withstand
tough situations
The love shared among them is
strong
Greater than the winds of the
desert
True friends adore each other
more than
The hate that tries to break
them
Their quarrels and squabbles
are rough
But it’s the joy of
reconciliation that binds them
Together as paper and
cellophane tape
They become a beautiful whole
Though they walk as two
different entities
I want to be with you, to be
your sister
And friend, so I sing with you
“make
new friends but keep the old
One
is silver and the other is gold
A
circle is round, it has no end
That’s
how long I want to be your friend”
Written by: Scotia
20/04/15
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