FRIENDS

Feelingly I Fabricate this poetry

For all my closed and best Friends

Figment or Feigning at all, off course, it isn’t

Fact, that we’re like a Faction

Fully we’re always in a Fig

Frontality we try to Fight the destroyed Forces together

Only For the best we Follow

Only For the thing that’s glow

By winds that blow

By water that’s without bow

Fear not to Fool and Flow

Even it’s going to make us low

‘Cause everything has each own law

Fricative, we often hear

For it doesn’t hamper us to be active

Fork, we’re sure, it wouldn’t be

Forlorn, it couldn’t be

Find us everyday in a Fine

For a Flowered Friend Forever, hopefully, we’ll go on