In evening gowns, with wispy wings, tenderly they twirled, whilst astral handkerchiefs conjoined them — the diamond disco ball, your first sun. Intricacy of threads unwind. Each angel reaps half to dab their eyes, as your born again between the moon and stars — this day began in a confined space. . . now seraphim commend you.
the sewing circle —
the silver and golden threads
waltzing through fingers
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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