Lyric Poem · Love
Two Threads
Two threads alone are slender things
that any snag can sever,
but twisted close, turn after turn,
they'll hold through any weather.
So twist your days together now,
your mornings and your nights —
what starts as thread becomes, with years,
the rope that holds the heights.
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“Two Threads” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/two-threads
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