Tapestry

The canvas on which my life is stitched,

Has changed, stretching slowly as stitches grow,

Finding new directions,

Colours rigid then blending,

The tapestry grows.

 

The needle certain then changing direction,

Threads seem to follow but then,

Their path they choose in another plane.

Never the same appearance close as from a distance,

The whole greater than the parts.

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