Moirai
sits
with
the
cat's
cradle
of your
life
in
her
supple
hands
and
never
still
fingers
she
threads
kismet
karma
fortune
and
potluck
into
wonderous
configurations
and in
order
to
keep
the
threads
pliable
yielding
and
graceful
she
dips
them
in
puddles
and
oceans
of...
lust
laughter
love
joy
hope
and
sorrow
fear
anger
and
everyday
madness
all
of
life's
fibres
and
oils
scents
and
tastes
mingled
together
deftly
worked
and
reworked
as she
deems
fit
and
in
this
thread
a
knot
that
joins
birth
and
death
Moirai
sits
forever
patient
and
twiddling
until
knot
is
let
unravel
and
you
are
left
to
hang
dangling
at the
end
of
fate's
frayed
and
ever
fraying
thread.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
Moirai
sits
with
the
cat's
cradle
of your
life
in
her
supple
hands
and
never
still
fingers
she
threads
kismet
karma
fortune
and
potluck
into
wonderous
configurations
and in
order
to
keep
the
threads
pliable
yielding
and
graceful
she
dips
them
in
puddles
and
oceans
of...
lust
laughter
love
joy
hope
and
sorrow
fear
anger
and
everyday
madness
all
of
life's
fibres
and
oils
scents
and
tastes
mingled
together
deftly
worked
and
reworked
as she
deems
fit
and
in
this
thread
a
knot
that
joins
birth
and
death
Moirai
sits
forever
patient
and
twiddling
until
knot
is
let
unravel
and
you
are
left
to
hang
dangling
at the
end
of
fate's
frayed
and
ever
fraying
thread.
from a three word prompt
death,love,fate
thank you. n.h.
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