There I go again.
Playing with ribbons instead tying bows.
Braiding the fibers instead of
knitting them into something worthwhile.
Splattering paint when it should all be put away.
But I love the colors too much to leave them.
I adore the feel of woolen fibers to much to let them be.
I can not stop dipping my finger in the blackness of ink-
And smearing it around a canvas.
Look- I made a flower.
A flower of shadows.
That's what I'm doing here.
Hiding in the shadows- just for a few moments more.
Because I find the daisy beautiful. The darkness relaxing.
And the ribbon inspiring
And the fibers soft and warm.
And so I'll creep along in the shadows,
And tend to the daisy so dear to me.
wrap it in ribbons and yarn and love-
Even in the dead of night.
Playing with ribbons instead tying bows.
Braiding the fibers instead of
knitting them into something worthwhile.
Splattering paint when it should all be put away.
But I love the colors too much to leave them.
I adore the feel of woolen fibers to much to let them be.
I can not stop dipping my finger in the blackness of ink-
And smearing it around a canvas.
Look- I made a flower.
A flower of shadows.
That's what I'm doing here.
Hiding in the shadows- just for a few moments more.
Because I find the daisy beautiful. The darkness relaxing.
And the ribbon inspiring
And the fibers soft and warm.
And so I'll creep along in the shadows,
And tend to the daisy so dear to me.
wrap it in ribbons and yarn and love-
Even in the dead of night.
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