We Are Weaving

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With threads of fire
And threads of water
With threads of blood
And thread of sands
With thread of winds
Dyed in tears

We are weaving
We are weaving ♥hearts♥ around
Our hearts of stone
And stillborn homes
We are weaving ٭flowers٭round
Our dead gardens
And cold chimneys
We are weaving
We are weaving ☼sunlight☼ and *stars*
Over our clouds of despair

We are weaving
We are stitching
Torn dreams and scarred hearts
We are weaving the streets and all
With love and love we are weaving
We shall weave our world
With smiles on children’s ☻faces☻
From far places to foreign races,
With threads of fire
And threads of water
With threads of blood
And thread of sands
With thread of winds
Dyed in sweats
We will cure our world today.

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  1. ShoonyataApril 14, 2010 at 1:33 PM

    Very Powerful....

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  2. AngelStarApril 28, 2010 at 7:37 PM

    hi new friend! the other night i dreamed i was reading a poem aloud and all the sudden little statues of the virgin and glass beads were glued on the page instead of words! the way you put symbols in the text of the poem reminded me of that dream...

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