The Weaver Thread over Thread under Row after row It comes and goes this way and that way Instinctively I collect materials A masterpiece takes planning and much thought With my inherent skills I am a dream weaver The fruits of my labor begin to take shape A hanging garden home Complete and ready forContinue reading “The Weaver”
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Poetry For Healing 