A dead thread.
A dead thread.
A thread and a needle lay in the dust
A thread and twine to never combine
An empty eye, an unstrung end
A section dead, twas left unfed.
A cloth never made, A cloth never worn
Story's never woven, history's left unspoken.
Hands forever pardoned, Lights forever darkened
She lay forever dormant in her house.
the lady of 2nd. Tall Willow South.
Seriously this section is quite devoid of activity.
A thread and twine to never combine
An empty eye, an unstrung end
A section dead, twas left unfed.
A cloth never made, A cloth never worn
Story's never woven, history's left unspoken.
Hands forever pardoned, Lights forever darkened
She lay forever dormant in her house.
the lady of 2nd. Tall Willow South.
Seriously this section is quite devoid of activity.
Nice poem, its dead because there's not many hackers who like poem lol. Their all off hacking and what not =P. also they put restrictions on our posts so now we have to wait.
Some of us are actually a bit more, cultivated so to speak.
And some of us actually have a wide variety of interests and taste.
Some of us are me.
Clever words, kudos.
And some of us actually have a wide variety of interests and taste.
Some of us are me.
Clever words, kudos.
keep work