Like a very old link that we hold on to more than anything. Like the punctuations on an evening gown. Like the deep emotions that overlap each other. Like destinies that cross paths.
Like the stone that is enough by itself. Like time frozen on the face of a watch. Like an irresistible treat. Like the purity of an exactitude.
Like a toy straight out of a child’s imagination. Like the tangy-hued erasers in the pencil case of a future artist. Like nature’s own stained-glass window. Like marbles, full of freedom.
Like a clasp which is itself the jewel. Like the ball-bearing inside the dream machine. Like a marvellous attachment. Like a link in the eyes of all.
Like the barcode to a good mood. Like a happy necklace placed as a gift in the palm of your hand. Like the newest arrival in a family, fawned over by all. Like little nuggets of optimism to say how we see life.
Like a rare shell found on the beach. Like a frivolity carved by the wind. Like the sculpted goddess of delicacy. Like the irregularity of things, that defines their infinite beauty.
Like a jewel discovered on an ancient site. Like the archaeology of elegance. Like the gold leaf that will dress a body. Like a modern classic.
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Like a journey to India. Like a palace in the throes of a party, in a pearl-coloured gown. Like the sumptuousness on the finger of a noble soul. Like a chapter of History murmured in our ears.
Like a lucky charm found in a meadow. Like the most beautiful way of seeing every colour. Like the flower of a secret. Like the most delicious candy.