Fiber through fingers,whirling wheel noises voice
a new love language;
Speak not of fear or
doubt, let hands do what they were
made to do: relax.
doubt, let hands do what they were
made to do: relax.
Release to the world
its own worries; burdens lift
as fresh yarn is born.
its own worries; burdens lift
as fresh yarn is born.
Kountingsheep 
Poetry on the bobbin!! Beautiful.
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