Threads of Gold
We are threads in a grand tapestry,
Woven together, you and me.
Colors blend, stories unfold,
In this fabric, friendship’s gold.
Through each tear, we mend with care,
Stitch by stitch, we’re always there.
In the fabric of life, we hold our place,
A timeless bond, no time can erase.
About the Creator
Francisca
Hi everyone my name is Francisca i am a writer and also I also love cooking.With a passion for exploring the complexities of life through fiction,I bring characters to life in a way that feels both relatable and profound.
The Blue Ridge Stalker
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