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The Tapestry
One thread,
Plucked from the tapestry,
Who will notice?
One thread,
Plucked away,
From the weavery,
And the beautiful tapestry,
Who will notice?
Will they notice?
When that thread is plucked,,
That the others, will slowly
Fall out as well.
Until
It is no longer a tapestry,,
Nor a beautiful weavery
But a pile,
Of now worthless,
Threads on the floor,
Without the meaning,
They once had,
Because of that,
One thread,
Plucked from the tapestry,
And suddenly,
They now notice.
© Blue_Insomniac
Plucked from the tapestry,
Who will notice?
One thread,
Plucked away,
From the weavery,
And the beautiful tapestry,
Who will notice?
Will they notice?
When that thread is plucked,,
That the others, will slowly
Fall out as well.
Until
It is no longer a tapestry,,
Nor a beautiful weavery
But a pile,
Of now worthless,
Threads on the floor,
Without the meaning,
They once had,
Because of that,
One thread,
Plucked from the tapestry,
And suddenly,
They now notice.
© Blue_Insomniac
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