Needles threading
slow through love,
trip of life does trim,
and fill, embroiders
view of mist and trail;
colours breeze so still.
Sky does sob in
sympathy as the work
is done, washes clean
the soil, makes
a bridge of will.
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/10/09/wordle-269/
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