of one's innocent love,
falling from rumpled yarn,
finding the right knots to unite.
it sees a fabric,
made up of different strains,
patterns, prints, paintings,
of love
the thread twists,
in its own blue paint,
decision in confusing screw life
with the intuitive thread
the lonely thread,
is nothing,
scrolling from ropes to yarn balls
dropped down to empty buckets,
full of hope
the thread itself,
creates another knots,
bounded by the mother nature
it gives possibilities
the knots are found,
through twisted mind and sharp angles,
knitting a love knotsand tighten forever
made by l.o.v.e
inspired by l.o.v.e
(sounds cheesy) this was written 3-4 months ago,when it my poetry mood was on.
i was going to make the image by sketching, but not enough time, but soon i will..haha coz water colour makes it more artistic, and so this is the digital version of it.
