Wednesday, 29 June 2016


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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