Knitting my words

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It takes a lot of endurance,
to knit these words together,
ounce by ounce,
forming the sky,
with white monotonous clouds,
and free, youthful creatures.
Knitting such sentences
is like
piercing the threads
and needles, right through my heart,
and taking the sweet pain
with a crippled grin lingering
on my lips.
But such pain,
my friend,
is worth to be endured
a hundred times.

For the pleasure it offers has no rigid boundaries.

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