Pic : Self
Unweaving woven threads
sometimes a necessity,
borne out of,
deceptive materials at large,
fingers deft
at putting them together,
now fumble
and quiveringly linger,
to undo their
own painstaking craft,
broken strands
can’t hold others,
weaken even those
that run their course,
and over time
the holes only grow,
Now undone,
each thread on its own,
time for the culprits
to be let go,
the fingers search
with experienced eyes,
for threads that love
being intertwined,
to weave a new fabric
once again from the start,
resilient in each strand
that’ll make its core,
and together those
that now shall meet,
will withstand,
the ominous tests of time.
© vidursahdev 2018
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