In threads unseen, the loom does weave,
A tapestry of life, in which we believe.
Each moment a stitch, each breath a line,
In the fabric of time, both yours and mine.Colors of joy, bright and bold,
Intertwined with shades of stories untold.
Sorrows in shadows, softly they blend,
In the dance of the needle, they twist and bend.The laughter that echoes in the heart's deep well,
And the silent tears that no one can tell,...