strange, yet serene

and the times dust evaded, paths sparkled pristine

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mind kept at its weave

some tangles it desperately yielded to

some fabrics, it closely patronised

and then suddenly it decided

the make, feel, texture.the weave

 

i thought it was weaver just at his best

 

‘weaving’

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