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apparels spun in playful colours
with handmade motifs of quiet thread.
strings of same substance in different dye
reeled in the peaceful belting haze
of flaxen morning rays.
worn and washed and tightly wrung
prepped and queued to be lightly hung.
then in the first moments of sunlit wonder
come crafted stories as random as why.
stories to hold them in perfect place
through a nature-tailored drying race.
the sun is there to dream about
but the path to go is for the men.
some, fortunately
clipped with matching tone.
others,
clipped with conflicting sets
while the rest, mysteriously,
born in colours with no living akin clip.
but the men give this case as much as naught,
casting them still in the wind of free thought
with room to breathe their very own creatures.
creatures of redemption, creatures of salvation.
creatures of dreams to soon fly free to the sun.
yet the men owe them nothing but these clips,
these pegs.
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