I like this first poem posted here. The separate stanzas are pleasing on the eye.
My favourite part is this:
Years had passed
Friendships turn to dust.
Like the cloud passing by
Up in the sky so high.
A good metaphor - dust blowing away like a cloud
Friendships are built on trust - we learn to rely on those we regard as friends. When this trust is betrayed it must feel like the friendship has disintegrated into dust, just to be swept away with the wind. How must this make you feel: Cold, bitter and alone.
As I mentioned, this is a good poem. Keep writing more and sharing.
Thank you very much for the warm welcome. I'm also very thankful for appreciating my works. Don't worry I will pursue my dream of becoming one of the best poet in the history or one of the best author in the world. I'll continue writting and do my best