by Angel_Drishne Fri Nov 06, 2009 7:17 pmTreasures
It's so hard to find the perfect breeze, One blowing none too hard nor soft, Carrying a scent of wild flowers, And moving clouds about aloft. It's so hard to find the perfect sky, One blue and deep and bright, Carrying a sense of openness With geese and wrens in flight. It's so hard to find the perfect night, One warm, quiet and unflawed, Carrying a mood of solitude, And a closeness to our God. Yet no perfection's so hard to find As that which you extend And none I'll ever treasure more, Than to simply be your friend. |
very luvly friendship poem... 
a +K 4 sure...