Tapestry
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Threadbare the twisted secrets
Faded in the sun of history
Old cloth stitched in long days
A life revealed in the tapestry
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The dust of days casts dreary
Seeping like grey rust, frozen
In the time seemed so far past
And the cloth, as yet not woven
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Curse the old hands with need
And the needle now, eye small
When what is left of story told
The most important part of all
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What e’er be bore by the loom
Poured soul upon that tapestry
When your life is woven in love
Only then can you truly be free
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
I love this one! A new favorite for sure! I have a thing for antiques and anything vintage, really. I like objects that tell a story, and are just a tad mysterious. I especially love how you pulled it together at the end. A tapestry of life!
Thanks dear friend!
BTW, did I mention that I am vintage? ….😁
Haha, I think it’s pretty safe to say we all know I have a thing for you, my dear! 😘
When your life is woven in love
Only then can you truly be free
Epic ending to a brilliant stellar post.
Thank you so much Yasmin!
My pleasure, Brad. Take care.
Very nice Brad. It always difficult for me to pick a favorite part of one of your poems. The lines woven together so elegantly to create a visual picture. I see an old wrinkled woman at a loom. Her heart pouring into a lost love. Nicely done my friend. Sending love and hugs
Jonikins 🤗💕❤️🦋🦋🌹
Thanks Jonikins!
You are most welcome my friend. Have an amazing week. Love ❤️ and hugs coming your way. Jonikins
Beautiful verses to items of old that deserve these lovely words. Great work my friend!
F.
Thanks brother!
You are very welcome my brother!
Lovely
Thank you kindly!