#InvisibleThreads

In the vast canvas where time folds,
invisible threads dance in the fog.
Weaving memories, whispers of the soul,
each strand a heartbeat, each knot a calm.

Under the weight of days that drag on pain,
hands cling to a thread of love’s refrain.
With every stitch, a journey begins,
in the fabric of being, the essence spins.

The threads cross in an eternal sway,
bound by stories that mark winter’s day.
The echo of laughter and shadows of tears,
intertwine in dance, like a beautiful song that cheers.

Inversibly strong are these ties we hold dear,
defying time and death without fear.
When bodies dissolve into dust’s embrace,
the threads endure; their love finds its place.

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