Created like a tapestry, ropes
of distrust strangle hearts.
Telling a story with each
thread of the moons silken years.
Designs of reds and sunsets,
blues and daffodils interwoven,
by time and flight of essence.
A magic carpet of dissension,
working its spell of creativity
and abandoned insecurity's
through moments of self.
Emerging a piece of place where
auras meet and a new day will dawn.

Weaving your magic with pen in hand



good luck!
12 old applause
