Weaving beauty to behold in gentle ways almost forgotten
Working the colors with nimble fingers as the design appears
It comforts my soul anew while the rhythm quietens my fears
Solitude can be put to use when a happy focus is now shifted
Plying such art with a grateful heart to that which I am gifted
It's a form of meditation as I reside inside such deep thought
Striving to bend away from what I wish to instead do as I ought
Life is a curious menagerie of so much of which is duty
To choose to do the right thing is to create a life of beauty
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