In one white God's unfair, unsound world <br />I place my real, true friends high above <br />in my heart as life not lost a battle <br />on one designed world of moulded frames <br />and how true my real friends <br />whose mind, heart, vision and thoughts fair <br />for sure they not ransack my tranquil life <br />hold good the true essence of friendship <br />And their fairness is far above <br />of the callous painted white temple <br />of concealed gods whose harsh trumpets <br />blow the unfair beats of their intenable <br />supremacy.... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />16/12/2008<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-true-real-friends/
