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Written for a close friend |
| A true friend is like a bud, ready to bloom. Its true identity lies within the embryo of its creation. Hidden there, none can see, the true beauty it bestows, until, at last, its unveiling. There is nothing more precious than the heart of friendship. It is through its embrace that we bloom and grow. Like a bud, opening up, the beauty of a friend can not help, but overflow. |