Sara, My Friend

by Italian Stallion

Illusive beauty: a vividly portrayed dream, surrounded by an lovely image (Ink drawn - angelic silhouette, scripted with love: Sara, my friend.) and thoughts of crisp pale blossomed flowerings accompanied by an mosaic sunset.

And the tears from the sky created graceful music to my ears while the moonlit Lilly waters revealed her soft tender face. (Reflecting her beauty and individuality, and embracing all her escaped ponderings.) The trees whispered softly, her name, they beckoned, the wind catches it, flowing and moving on...

Echoing: Joyful melodies hummed - surrendering a playful smile. Revealing, a blissful figure of my dearest friend, Sara. The one whom laughed at my pathetic jokes and loved me when I was acting odd. The one who helped in times of need or gave a loving smile.

Sara, as a friend you do nothing but succeed, a friend so true is hard to find - surely I have been blessed to have you as a friend.

© Copyright 2009 By Italian Stallion

Submission date : 2009-08-26

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