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Strings

Like many strings crossed over

Our life seems to be.

Under shadows of lies

Bonds, knots and ties,

Under tips of truth, moreover

It faints as a sour plea.

 

Thread over thread

Boasting along the way

Life goes on and on

Faraway.

 

What a dread

To overcome

Sometimes a fear over to come

On the horizon ahead.

Tighten strings loose

Not to lose

Links and connections of some

Home

To go away.

 

What is there in the end of the rainbow?

If not a pot of gold

Strings may be sold

Out

To pay the tribute

Of a bow

On life

Hereabout.

 

Each knot is a note

Memorandum as a footnote

To remind us the connections we quote

So to endure the lack

Of the ones outside

To make a setback

Inside.

 

There is the need

To stretch out the knots we have

To tighten the ropes indeed

To realize

We are not

Beyond

Knot

Knots

Together in the same mesh whatsoever

It is.

Embroidered

connected

 

Forever.