Twas not once twinkled in thine eyes
which first breath doth not rise
hushed brisk cotton air
proudly follow indignant, despiseNo penny for with to spend
knit, knit, knit and mend
pass the crumbs upon the cloth
left by want, with need contend
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If Life Was Like a Poem
PoesíaA collection of various poetry works written from 2012--present
The Wind and the Seamstress
Twas not once twinkled in thine eyes
which first breath doth not rise
hushed brisk cotton air
proudly follow indignant, despiseNo penny for with to spend
knit, knit, knit and mend
pass the crumbs upon the cloth
left by want, with need contend