Best Weavings Poems

Time's Weavings, As I Brood Upon Them

Shut inside  windows open W I D E
I age 1,000 years 
To your one.

The Past turns in tight circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself in memories
Lending textures to the future,
Pains and pleasures,
Loves and losses, 
Bitter, sweet,
All fall together to...

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Shut inside     windows open    w  i  d  e
I age 1,000 years 
To your one.

The Past turns in its light circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself into memories
That will lend their textures to the future -
Pains and...

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