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.

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! Please continue to express your life your heart and your soul! Keep sharing!

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