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Sonali’s poem explores love’s depths, weaving longing, vulnerability, and fear. It explores the intricate dance of love, balancing joy, and doubt, exclusively for Different Truths.
you, weaver of dreams, spinner of silks, you, who plant seeds with words and overnight, a forest springs you, maker of my heart’s footsteps fast and nimble, you, dealer of dervishes, giver of little big things with wings you, who thread origami birds to my splitting seams, do you hear me spinning? should I tell you before we kiss how much of a dream cost me last? do you know that I have paid with blood in the past? you, maker of presents will you collect the strings that break, those that unspool when the loom stops, will you knot those ends? you, slayer of the impossible, when all these turnings stop, the cloth is spun, and the colours run, will you, as you have got me dancing on my worn-out toes, also, hold me still.
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