Bonds
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Soft words soften the ice,
Pleasurable moments,
Plays on souls like harps
Stories, told bridge all gaps
From the furthest mountains,
To the closest of leaves,
Hours spent is the link,
Tightening the golden chain
Of two leaves on a branch
Our minds flow with intimacy
Affections glues two hearts
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