#InvisibleThreads

Threads of cotton,wool and silk
Hold stories that aren't white as milk
Little words of love that weave us into this world
Little words of hate that holds up the throat as we breathe
Colourful to feel but invisible as it seen
Still it's connecting everything within
Above or below from the place
From dawn to night as it please
As the sun begans to moon
It shifts as hot summers to cold monsoon
An unseen but not unheard
A feel of attached and detached together
A bond of hope and lost
It runs the world almost
Strings of memories
Strings of words
Everything that strings us together
Or the ones that makes us strive for better
A thread that connects you and me
In this wonderful world of land and sea
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