Companionship, a term esteemed by many,
Illuminating us in fondness, care, and whimsy.
How peculiar it seems,
to forge intimate bonds with strangers,
Weaving stories, sharing laughter and tears,
In moments of joy and moments of sorrow,
They stand steadfast, endearing us, jesting with us,
Bestowing unending happiness upon our existence.
Some alliances endure indefinitely, while others fade,
As they seek new connections, new adventures.
They linger solely in our times of plenty,
Appearing to overlook us in our struggles,
Betraying our trust when we need them most.
Yet for some, companionship is a sanctuary,
A refuge of friendship and understanding.
To have a true friend by our side,
Is a blessing that transcends time.
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Ming Xiao
A poet weaving tales of love, fiction, and motivation into captivating verses. Join me on a journey through the realms of emotion and imagination, where words dance to inspire and touch the soul. ENJOY❤️
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
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We never know how true someone is sometimes. Loved your poem!
Beautiful lines! Well done!🥰