Threads
Threads, like culture,
Are woven together,
Into pieces of cloth,
Statements, stories,
Epochs of insight
And glory. Nature
Evolves despite the
Eternal light, what
Is the purpose
And point of life?
Silver skies shimmer
In our open eyes,
As the artists try
To describe color,
Lovers discover
Each other with touch,
Sewn together,
Thankful as such.
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