THE MIRCALE OF LOVE

Fairy tales are fairy tales,
And a dream is just a dream,
Come morning light they always fade,
Like raindrops in a waiting stream,
But miracles all the time are made,
With a sudden flashing glow,
That shoots beyond the sky,
And underneath you will see it –
Two lovers who just confessed,
Hand in hand are passing by.

Image credit: Memory, Meaning & Faith

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