My Best Friend
Looking up at him in fright with his eyes full of tears. He said i'm sorry in a shaky voice Actually, I said it doesn't matter whether I do or don't mind anymore. You are my best friend. He was still holding his hand when a metallic sound rang out And nothing. Absolutely nothing in this world Would have persuaded him to let go. I believe that these few passages from the book symbolize the friendship that Bruno made with Shmuel ~Chandra Photo taken from the Creative Commons by Gustavo Medde |
Friendship
a poem by Chloe |
The Friendship of Bruno and Shmuel |
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