Friends Poetry

Friends Poetry

Poetry that shows the quaker side of things (quakers are called friends)

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My Poetry

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  1. I look into the sky and see clouds, I look for light but see none, but my friends come around the corner and it does not matter anymore, the light is within us, and not out of reach. We feel the rain and we play inside the gloom because together, together we shine...


This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.
— T.S. Eliot