emma helen

A special bond one cannot see

It wraps us up in it's cocoon

And holds us fiercely in it's womb

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It fingers spread like fine spun gold

Gentley nestling us to the fold

Like silken thread it holds us fast

Bonds like these are ment to last

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And though at times a thread may break

A new one forms in it's wake

To bind us closer and keep us strong

In a special word where we belong

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A special word for you and me

A special bond you cannot see

Dikten är dels tagen av en annan och dels gjord av mig*