My Precious Clan

My Precious Clan sonnet poems

Uploaded by Ishaan BHARGAVA

Your family are people, you can depend,
If you get in grief, they shall defend,
They are the ones, that understand,
Always keen to give you a hand.

The clan, you shall always cherish,
Without them, you would probably perish,
Your relationship with them, is very deep,
If something happens, together they weep.

Your family can uphold, your confidence build,
With their love and support, you’ll feel fulfilled,
Just don’t remit to show, your appreciation,
That will clench, your relation.

The love bond between a family, is beyond your imagination
And the bonds can not be alter into a broken nation.

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