Mantia

It seems
wherever I go people come into my life or go out of it,
touching me where I can feel it, then leaving only a memory
like the fairy tales of childhood;
and I wasn't through knowing them yet.
How do you know when you are seeing for the last time?
How do you stop together and keep all those around you that
you've ever known and loved?
And, how do you keep fairy tales from losing their magic?
So come--
brush against the walls of my life
and stay long enough for us to know each other,
even though you know we'll have to part sometime;
and we both know the longer you stay the more I'll want you back
when you are gone.
But come anyway, for fairy tales are the happiest stories I know
and great books are made up of little chapters.
(author unknown)

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