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THE WEAVERS TOUCH
Original poems, by Faye Getchell
With strength and calmest certainty, you helped me see the trap I'd weaved.
So tightly had I set it up, to never have what I dreamt of,
to reach a closeness sought in life, but I could never show myself.
How simple you did make it seem, when reason tore between the weaves.
Your older, wiser and it seems, can leave the past and set out free.
Those errors of judgment needn't be, the source of life long miseries.
Wisdom does not come to those, who shrink or run from fear or woes,
but instead will pause and say, I've learned a lesson here today.
To carry forward that's wisdom's way, to be the stronger for her stay. Collapse this post
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