#InvisibleThreads


Bright like the sunbeam is a smile,

With a large heart of gold going the extra mile,

A bearhug so big through long and sturdy arms,

Endearing and innocent are the naive charms.


Creeping through the dark stormy nights,

I had none so good nor calming sights,

Wide open my eyes were looking for lights,

Seeming like birds yearning for their flights.


Bursting through the blackness,
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