Friends Poem By Elizabeth Jennings. To share my friends with me. There is something of grace, of undeserved blessing in the kind of friendship jennings describes.
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Source: www.reddit.comThese are the words i’m feeling for. To share my friends with me. The celebration of friendship in verse seems.
I wanted a poem that said something about what friendship is about, how it “works”, rather than merely saying what a good thing it is. Who never cares what others say, who lets me come and hide. To share my friends with me.
This concise wise little poem makes the point. I feel my blood rake in my veins again. Here's a virtual movie of a recital of a sweet thoughtful little poem friends by the english poetess elizabeth jennings.
Who lets me simply be myself, who's always, always. Neither in kisses nor caress. Two people, yes, two lasting friends.
There is something of grace, of undeserved blessing in the kind of friendship jennings describes. And words unfolding with the leaves while birds. Neither in kisses nor caress.
