Whenever I see an evening star
And a graying sun through rich twilight
I know that one more day has slipped
From a fabric that I held so tight.
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'As hours went by they left no trail,
All warps and wefts were falling frail,
Of that fabric that I held so tight.' is beautiful poetry. Loved your style of writing.
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'As hours went by they left no trail, All warps and wefts were falling frail, Of that fabric that I held so tight.' is beautiful poetry. Loved your style of writing.