A Special Thing
A Special Thing
They all tell stories.
Of beautiful dresses,
and perfume on the breeze.
Of scented candles,
and long nights.
They all tell stories.
Of the saddest hearts,
and the heaviest goodbyes.
Of the longing for what once was,
and the tears that would not cease.
And yet they forget about,
those fleeting moments of touch.
The days that come and go,
a blur of butterflies and early spring.
And those small words with so much meaning.
Stories turn to fairytales.
Of the mightiest king,
and his fair queen.
For the connection of the soul,
is a special thing indeed.
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