Once, I wanted to be a weaver



Once, I wanted to be a weaver.
A weaver weaves their time,
between warp and woof,
spins the thread, dyes it the colour.

Textile is their time and their story.

Now, I play with my words, instead.
I weave my letters and phrases,
manipulate its warp and woof,
spin the alphabet, weave into my books.

It’s my story, it’s my history.





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