There is a common thread
Within the fiber of each head.
Weaving a beautiful tapestry
To be displayed as drapery.
As the fabric is gently pulled back
Light replaces what once was black.
The past and the present join hands.
All of humanity finally understands.
Very well put, Dee. How intricate is the mind! Great poem. Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this piece...weaving a beautiful tapestry you do so well: O)