15 Poems from the Willow

Robin Mea

The friendship means always lot
Never ends, no needs for dot
The friend in you that I’ve just got
Is realy precious, be worried not
I hope the battles in which we fought
Make us grow in way we never thought
Maybe one day will stand together
On battle ground, asking why or whether
But till that day, let us be friends
When we meet again lets shake our hands.