where

where are you



what has fate woven for you

the fine threads sewn tight



is it a nice pretty one?

is it precious?



or does it hold many tatters and strays?



pass on not

in hatred

of past



but the seams

of the future

should be brightly

bound



if ever the tapestry should tear

the whispers

in the wind

secrets slipping into oblivion



assitance is but a wink away

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