Special People - Sonnet
Seven billion people are living
But they exist merely as “nobodies.”
A few of them - in our direction - swing,
Becoming good friends, surprised at the ease.
Finding an integral piece of our soul
Means making sacrifices to keep them.
If their intentions are not at all foul
Then keeping connections wouldn’t be dumb.
Sticking through thick and through thin is the goal.
Rising above the stars is another.
When things go wrong, they are there to console.
These great friends are unlike any other.
Epitomes of healthy relationships
Are special people who make life a trip.
This poem is about:
Me
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