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Written 2/26/06

Friendship
Fragile as flower
Fragrant
Yet fading fast

A comrade
Once close and comforting
The comraderie
Now coming to a close

Time passes; people change
As the seasons
Always turning new to old,
Old to new

When one flower wilts
It nourishes the roots
Of a new bloom

Patience brings about a greater garden
Than clawing at the dust of what is past.