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Gossamer threads pull, Taut with tales of treachery, Yet she weaves, wise and serene.
With each stitch, sibilant,
Secrets of her soul, sewn—
Gossamer threads pull,
Taut with tales of treachery,
Yet she weaves, wise and serene.
Her fingers fleet, finesse
The frail fabric, fortify
Each breach with belief,
As auroral light whispers
Promises, pale yet potent.
In the hush of twilight,
Her spirit sings, stitches
Lacing the lacunae,
A quiet quilting of quiesce,
Shrouded in hope's soft hymn.
#writcopoemchallenge #writcopoem #writco #poetry #
Secrets of her soul, sewn—
Gossamer threads pull,
Taut with tales of treachery,
Yet she weaves, wise and serene.
Her fingers fleet, finesse
The frail fabric, fortify
Each breach with belief,
As auroral light whispers
Promises, pale yet potent.
In the hush of twilight,
Her spirit sings, stitches
Lacing the lacunae,
A quiet quilting of quiesce,
Shrouded in hope's soft hymn.
#writcopoemchallenge #writcopoem #writco #poetry #
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