A tapestry with threads diversely spun, From elders' wisdom, to a life begun. Grandparents' hands, weathered and kind,
By Maverik4 months ago in Poets
From mountain peak to ocean's floor, A constant dance, forevermore. A crystal tear, a crashing wave, Water's embrace, both fierce and brave.
Golden tongues reach for the sky, Dancing shadows flicker by. Warmth that flickers, fierce and bright, Burning through the darkest night.
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