It's a poem again for today. (Looks like I'm not yet ready for the 3-prompt weekend freewrite, so I'm sticking to single prompts for now.)
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It would be nice if friendships could grow
The way wildflowers do.
They won't need to be nurtured
Or cared for, or pampered.
They just grow with the morning dew.
You can forget them for a short while
Or not mind them, at all.
And yet when you look out the window
They're wild beauty is still there to be adored.
And yet friendships don't grow
Like wildflowers, at all.
Because if you leave them uncared for,
They will wither with the fall.
And one day you'll realize
That your bunch of friends will have dwindled
from twenty down to two.
But that's not really a bad thing.
Because the friendships that matter
Like the two beside you
Are so much better and beautiful
Because they also nurtured, cared for, and pampered,
And even loved you.
This is a 5-minute #freewrite turned #freewritepoetry. You can view the weekend single prompt option here.
It's also Day 19 of my goal to write every day, for 100 days. (I skipped again yesterday. It's looking more like an every other day thing, more than anything else.)
Thanks for reading!