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Date: 04 September 2011 06:46:52
I have a friend.
She is as tender as she is beautiful, as kind as she is delicate.
She exists in a world that can be harsh and hard.
Her fragility is often bruised, broken and crushed.
She can take a long time to recover from things that others would find incidental.
I love to spend time with this friend.
To sit in the corner that she brightens with her presence
And perhaps to share my strength with her a while.
If you have such a friend
Do not despise them as a hothouse flower
Or expect them to be other than they are
Such people may wilt easily under your gaze
But equally will be refreshed by the smallest of kindnesses.
Take time
Stop a while
Really listen.
My friend weaves words of delicate wisdom
Of spider-web strength.
Seemingly insubstantial
But immensely powerful.
As the seasons change, she waxes and wanes.
But no matter how harsh the winter
Come the spring, you will see her
Resplendent again.
My friend