Wednesday 29 June 2016

WEAVER BY THE RIVERSIDE


Weaver by the riverside 


Now washing dirty linen! 


Oh! What has become of you! 


Pleased with filth and Dirt 


As it emanates from another mans loin cloth 


What kind of rancid solace is this? 


Colorful yarns! You once wove 


Of emerald green and purple! 


Shiny silk and soft white cotton 


Where has all your fine cloth gone? 


Wasting away your skillful hands 


To Washing by riverside


Oh lonesome weaver! 


Your loom beckons thee!



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