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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..
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
I sparsile pléko ( The Crochet sparsile) Greek tongue