FRIENDSHIP IS NEVER DIES
Posted by Heru Anwar Kenjest " ibeng"
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October 25, 2012
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POEM
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Friend ...
I call it as a bond, invisible, but we can only feel.
I called them as the companions. Something too valuable to our waste. He's too valuable to our treatment as usual. Friend, a virtual bond invisible to the naked eye. A verbal commitment is bound in the heart of each of us, too
I entered.
In the Heart nearest hugging, Companions are not written answer to all the problems that come.
Be breaking the deadlock of any helpless ...
A bond without a celebration.
Not visible, but the binding of the soul, heart and mind. I call it as a bond, invisible, but we can only spell each day through prayer and hope that we made ...
I called them as the companions.
Something that will always keep me awake and I close. I call it bonding, commitment. Commitment to always do my best, whatever happens when the worst as we journey together. Commitment
to always be there, in addition to those, when life threw their lives
to the point of lowest rate they can when they try to hit the time and
live each day ...In the chest hugging look after each rigger togetherness created. Steal all the time that are created when the body met. When looking at each other's eyes, and when ego and opinion contesting the chatter that never ended. Friends of a commitment without pauses that fill the deepest recesses of the heart. Tracing each time streaks ever created, the togetherness is priceless.
Me and them, in a simple bond. about the dreams of each head of waking each other, telling each other, mutually reinforcing and mutually assured ...
You name it, it was about me and my commitment to them. about us keeping the rope strands FRIENDSHIP. Selfless commitment in the conscious awake ...
Always by my side, always smiling to me, because I will so you ...
