Friend


Friendship is like

a rose.

There are petals, soft and pure

which bloom

in your heart.

But sometimes you must

let go of

the sharp and ugly thorns that pain you

to hold on to.

A rose that lives through

the spring and the summer

eventually withers

in the autumn and

in the cold of winter.

Photo Credit: Greg Raines

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