"Golden Threads" Not forged in fire,
nor sealed in stone,
However, quietly, a seed was planted
In silence maintained and shared laughter,
In moments held and tears wept.
A glance that says, "I know your soul,"
A presence that can make you whole,
Not by blood, but by something else entirely
a similar heart and an open door
Through storm and sun,
through loss and cheer,
A friend is always nearby.
Though time may stretch or paths may bend,
True friendship does not break—it mends.
So here’s to you, the hand I hold,
Our bond, a thread that shines like gold
No riches weigh what we possess:
A love that asks for nothing less.
About the Creator
Lajuk anjum
Stari
Keep reading
More stories from Lajuk anjum and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (3)
Friends are the best gift for anybody
Well done 👍
This poem really nails what friendship is all about. It's not about blood relations but that special connection. I've had friends like that, who've been there through thick and thin. It makes me wonder how many of us take these friendships for granted. Do you think we should make more of an effort to show our appreciation for these golden thread friendships?