Dyed colors sweet, but sweeter yet the thoughts one
Held for me.
The gift's beauty is reflected in the dearness of the giver,
Whose thoughts of wrapping arms around the relentless tide of
Grief's hard sway
In hopes of proffering comfort in a moment gentled in a plait
Of softly dyed threads, reminds one of the loveliness held here,
A sweet blessing
No comments:
Post a Comment