Painting the colors of our journey,
Mixing it with the happiness of our
blending.
Enriched with our strength and unity,
Hand and hand together we stroke our
brush.
Together we treasure our moments on a
frame,
A frame kept in our box forever.
Ending has come but the memories will
remain,
Inside the painting we have made.
Restart again for the next masterpiece,
Maybe not with the same colors but the
same strands of brush.
Author notes
This poem is dedicated to my Highschool friends during our graduation day. Though we are going to part ways that time, our friendship will still be intacked and share the things we have learned from each other to other people that we will be encountering in the next days of ourlives.
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Comments
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A nice poem that you have written here.
-Nam
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Only1love4ever-Reply
Blending, brush, frame, remain, and finally maybe not with the same colors but the same strands of brush.
I really like how you made this poem so sweet, fresh and unique. It is great in all ways.
Thank you so much
HAve a great day.
God Bless
Good luck
~Only1love4ever
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