“Forever woven is the feeling”
Ashessettle on a b r o k e n gossamerthread
The only thing left after the world is silent; dead
A pathless twirl – a sea-like motion
An invisible kiss and gentle touch of devotion
Immortal thread
Infinitely growing – the deepestRED
Begin to pulse and manifest a heart
A bud of flesh – an illustrious art
Autumn
bringing flowers, descending with warm delight
Nightfall
bearing fireflies ofceruleanlight
Dawn
advancing withlovethat is ever so slight
Breathing and D A N C I N Gdeep within limbo
So tranquil a sleep, a candle so dim will grow
Mother and child a connection made by
A kick, a gasp, and a conscious sigh
A moment since this feeling first begun
A feeling stronger than immortal thread was spun
Creating a bridge between a son and his mother
You are the only one – I would have no other
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