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Weaved, Stitch by Stitch

Bliss, the bright white splotch blocks unchained locks.

Bump, bump, ride out.

Think you know the meaning?

Short, short.

Redefined rocks remind of fruitless outlines.

For this?

For that?

A few steps, yah-yah.

Ticket to a passages or gate, unappreciated by time nor date.

Keep on climbing, for worse and for better.

Please don’t forget to share this. πŸ™‚

Peace and Love.

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14 comments on “Weaved, Stitch by Stitch

  1. Loved this little piece – thanks – Do you know it made me think of my gran who was a weaver all her life – and she wrote stories, I like to think that some of her is in my stuff – again thanks

  2. You have a unique style and I really enjoyed reading it. πŸ™‚ Thanks for stopping by my blog as well!

  3. “Redefined rocks remind of fruitless outlines.” Loved that part.

  4. “Bliss, the bright white splotch blocks unchained locks.”

    You had me at hello. That opening line is wonderful!

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