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Fabric

Our lifetime is a living fabric that we all adorn Experiences and interactions vary with all seasons The threads filled with promises we've all sworn Outfitted with various triumphs and treasons Full of knowledge, it becomes tattered and torn Yet filled with strength for unimaginable reasons In the end, it will be there when all that's left is to mourn

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Paige Hind

Date: 2/15/2023 11:50:00 AM

This is a beautiful metaphor, but kind of a loss... I liked the ending. Very deep.

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 2/15/2023 12:05:00 PM

Thank you very much Paige for the interpritation..I am very glad you enjoyed it. Warmly A.S.

I Am Anaya

Date: 2/6/2023 1:18:00 PM

I agree, Scorpio! We embellish that is our nature, some their jeans, some their leather jackets, it's the quality of the fabric that lives on as will your lucious poetry. The Shroud of Turin what possibilities if found!

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 2/6/2023 5:57:00 PM

Thank you Anaya for your beautiful interpretation ;) A.S.

Anselmo Boles

Date: 2/5/2023 10:38:00 PM

So much validity in the lines of your poem. Triumphs and treasons, and all the promises that we keep, some fulfilled others thrown. I feel your innermost feelings in this write. Cheers...ab

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 2/6/2023 4:00:00 AM

Thank you A.B. very much for the kindness and encouragement Best Regards A.S.