Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Mary Annie A. V. writes


Across the distances 
we are the different
needles knitting us 
to perfection.

In our writes we find 
patterns that are woven 
to be laid aside 
for  solace,
now and then.

Our  differences 
do not separate.  
Across  the distances 
we write symphonies 
that,  played 
over black and white ,
will lead  us 
to restful slumber.  
For all  friendships are eternal
not always  spelt out  when living.
 Knitty -- Melissa Fannin

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