The following poem was written by a dear friend of mine.I have perhaps memorized it better than her since I Β adore every bit of it.So I thought I should share it with you all. πŸ˜€

Not by colour,not by face,
We are all bound to the limits of our race.
Fear we must as the times are dark,
A hope for a hope to light some spark.
The hearts are distant,love costs much more,
Making friend in the land of wars is a chore.
The time has come to look back and plea,
How once the boundaries were seamless and free.

I constantly try to convince my friend to write more,more poems to be specific.She then tells me to talk about something that is Possible.

I am just left to wonder what else she has in the beautiful mind of hers.I really do hope that she tries to write again,someday.I hope you liked it as much as I do.Oh and if you can think of a neat title do share your idea. ^^’