ScarfA Poem by Hope
A mustard scarf unraveled yet
cannot keep you warm from wet. Loop by loop it comes together; scane by scane, it waits for weather. The hook, it works against the lame, fighting fibers of the same. Fickle rows, identical, all befell within the mold. © 2013 Hope |
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Added on November 26, 2013 Last Updated on November 26, 2013 AuthorHopeSomewhere MagnificentAboutMy name is Hope. Music and poetry have been my life since before I can remember. I can't tell you who I am, but I can only show you. What I can tell you is who I believe in. I believe that Jesus .. more..Writing
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