murrsma's avatarCrone's Corner

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A small fiber in life’s fabric

One tiny silken thread

Begins the patterned tapestry

That over time is spread

A fragile strings beginning

Fine loops of tender lace

At mercy of the spinners hand

And to the template’s trace

Temperate or oppressive

Rigid, kind or light

Will dictate stitching’s textures

And the final pieces sight…

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