#mycrochetinggirl
i.
Her slimikin fabric
sophisticated,
Advanced;
ii.
By God's mighty hand's,
She was swathed in
citrine quartz.
A sparsile separated
From the rest of
The universe.
iii.
Unadulterated by the known,
She likes thing's that art not seen;
By day she work's, yet craves-
The fall season and it's leaves.
Though fall doth not arrive
On the island she resides;
So she crochets, the dreams she
Saves, stored inside her mind.
iv.
Though I knoweth one day, the
Season's that she pictures in her
Head; wilt be there in her fingertips,
Along with angelic colorful thread.
To make everything And anything,
Her string canst weave to be;
For I knoweth whatever she maketh-
It wilt be perfect from mine queen.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Sardua nagley dedicated( ang aking makakatuluyan) my soulmate dedicated- Filipino translation..
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC