Embroidery of life
Embroidery of life
First part of life you see embroidery
The fancy part of it with all the pretty colors
The second part you see the other side
The threads snagging , jumbled into confused pile
I don't remember which philosopher put a sound to those words
Knowing he was a wise man, giving sense to my confused mind
The fancy part of it with all the pretty colors
The second part you see the other side
The threads snagging , jumbled into confused pile
I don't remember which philosopher put a sound to those words
Knowing he was a wise man, giving sense to my confused mind
I did embroidery on virgin linen of my life
Imagining the dreamy stories,using finest silk
Arranging personages, friends, lovers, parents
Each had a space and place on previously white canvas
Who faded, left or died, who betrayed or who stayed true
Time put the periods and commas in the grand finale
Imagining the dreamy stories,using finest silk
Arranging personages, friends, lovers, parents
Each had a space and place on previously white canvas
Who faded, left or died, who betrayed or who stayed true
Time put the periods and commas in the grand finale
Turning the other face to me right now
The tangled mess of twisted fibers
The complicated saga weighted by strange stories
Did not imagine those cords so uncombined
Would combine , in fact, take possession of
Oh yes at last things coming to some conclusion
The tangled mess of twisted fibers
The complicated saga weighted by strange stories
Did not imagine those cords so uncombined
Would combine , in fact, take possession of
Oh yes at last things coming to some conclusion
by Margaret Gudkov
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