They say there are weavers in the skys that work with the golden threads of fate they sit weaving hope, love, and hate contriving the fabric of our lives... You've chosen a path to call your own but always the weavers watch you there for great desighns need certain care and so you are never quite alone... You hope that life will be free and fine but they've taken the bright threads of your soul and woven them into mine but still the pattern you do not see, the desighn, the whole tapestry, loves golden destiny that mere time could never tear apart...
Reason for writing:
Because of my intelectual feelings for love peotry...
Birth sign: Cancer
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