A single thread, a silver beam
Through the needle of my mind
Like silver thread through needle's eye
The cursed star, its golden beam
Shakes the fabric, rips the seam
Not for a thousand days of sun
Would I give up a single one.
So dream-weaver, weave your dream
With silvery thread on golden scene
And paint it on my restless mind.
Like endless canvas. I am thine.
girl, you have so much talent with poetry it's crazayyy... you should be at those poetry nights at utm. :D
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