Theresa Ann Moore
Peace Weaving - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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.
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