A pattern, a pattern, she said.
The pieces forming the whole
the whole falling into pieces.
A stitch to the right,
then to the left
then maybe a turn, she whispered.
Handspun
Poetry by RedRose Serrano | March 7, 2010
Poetry by RedRose Serrano | March 7, 2010
A pattern, a pattern, she said.
The pieces forming the whole
the whole falling into pieces.
A stitch to the right,
then to the left
then maybe a turn, she whispered.