To know

Cloistered. A beautiful word. Feminine, like the pearl necklace she wore. A gift of a smile, a dear friend to adore. How lavish he spoke, a calm breeze, a tonic for her mind. He knew himself better than the world and those who know beauty recognize him. 

They never met and the sent thoughts, dandelion seeds. The yellow blossoms a kiss on the cheek. His words touched the green space and love flourished, again. The love of hidden dreams. 

May all the world, to know such a friend.


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