The moment you made these, we chatted.
Our voices met through oceans.
I used to say that you have beautiful hands…
It turns out to be true.
The hands that holds mine.
Cloths and fabrics, floss and threads, needles and pins.
Stitching and sewing, combined with fancyworks.
The little smiling fairies.
Now they’re smiling in my hands.
For I will keep them for safekeeping.
I treasure them, because they’re your handmade.
Your handmade… My admiration…
Your secret admirer
1 comment:
Thanks Cayank 4 the journal, muachhh...
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