Create

(Gene Wilder~Pure Imagination)

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As I create, the moon's gentle gleam twirls.
Upon my woven masterpiece, it beams,
Bathing it in a light that's ethereal,
A dance of luminescence in my dreams.
The silk threads whisper, rustling through the air.
Harmonizing with my breath's soothing flow,
A symphony of tranquility and care,
As creativity's scent begins to grow,
With every stitch, my fingers gently glide,
Caressing fabric, feeling threads so fine,
The texture smoothed against my skin, a guide,
To bring my creation to life divinely.
Each needle's movement sparks a wave of bliss.
I infuse my craft with a soulful kiss.

© 2024 Angela Suor

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