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 a christening medal that proclaims our being. Like a radiant future that skips round our necks. Like a time-honoured symbol that shelters us. Like the glorious links of our never-ending dreams.
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.