The circle folds
An unknown breathe
Pushing.

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Stitches like tiny organisms
Swim in rows and almost parallel lines
Chasing.

Daring to reach.

Stitches the color of hot fire
Light as air, close upon each other
Stretching.

Coming forward.

Stitches as though mini dancers
Intertwined as energy pours forth
Consenting.

A base of wild chaos hardly aware
And, darkness creating contrast
The circle forms.

Spiraling to life.

A rose is born
A life of one’s own
Created!

Loretta Warner, I Love Knitting

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