A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the foldLike silken thread
it holds us fastBonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strongIn a special world,
where we belong.
1 comment:
I guess this is very true for all relations.. each one has its niche of its own and that simply refuses to transpire as at times it metamorphosises into something new and fresh....
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