by Buhisan, Anna Marie L.

Prescience unto the moment
Behold thy friends in fascination
Will be the self enlightenment
With the share of adoration

Well, some may be not or some may be free
Thoughtful counsel in words may flee
Book of wisdom, sometimes open or close
Not even wonder will they go

Friends of love-
Glitters in unity
Blooms in humor
That will always be in jovial treat

The deeper meaning
In mystic treasures
They’re our friends
Which they come and go

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*I made this poem when I was in junior high school, year 2015.