The tapestry of life, it weaves a story so fine
A intricate pattern, of moments divine
A fabric of experiences, that shape and that mold
A beautiful masterpiece, that forever unfolds
The threads of joy, they shimmer with gold
The strands of sorrow, they deepen the tale to be told
The loom of love, it weaves with a gentle hand
A work of art, that forever stands
So let us cherish, the tapestry of our days
And let its beauty, forever sway
For in its threads, we'll find our own way
And a life of purpose, in a brighter day.
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Paralysis
She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
By Jordan Flynn5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This was stunning! Beautiful poem!