The Special One

A small finger points
to the sky, as
they lift off the ground.

The meadow, distant now;
Hearts pound hard, fast.
Fear mixed with awe.

The small one shows
them the flowers, meadow,
the horizon, beautiful light.

A small finger gently releases
them from the spell of levitation,
as they smile, kiss, hug,
and drink a toast to the special one.

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