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Tapestries

My life is made of tapestries Beautiful Yet so flawed. I think I never knew it Although I have known it All before. You ask me what "can't you do" Oh so enquiringly I answer "I can't fly yet" Ever so conspiringly. So if beauty is in Imperfections And my tapestry Is full Then ain't life Funny that way? Ain't it thrill? So I return to where I Started About tapestries and souls And know without a doubt That it is your beauty That makes mine whole.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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