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 goldGently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds 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 strong
In a special world, where we belong.
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