Oh Honey!

I have a friend
who carries a pocket full of sunrise,
of morning dews
and soft laughter.

I have a friend
who carries a bucket of winter mist
of solitude,
far-away looks
and silent tears.

I have a friend
who carries a bag full of adventure,
of discoveries
and endless possibilities.

I have a friend
who carries a basket of dreams,
of villains and heroines,
and happily ever afters.

I have a friend
who carries a graceful independence,
a name of sweet melody
and a fire within her soul.

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