Tapestry
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all the places you go
taste the history
breathe the stories
the essence
the air heavy with magic
take a sip of the soul of the land
then leave a bit of you
for the next traveler
There is but a tapestry
Woven over the years
Laced with the delicate lives
Of all those who lived before me
I am but a single thread
Spinning endlessly until
My end, just a piece
Words swirl inside my head like pillars of light,
I grasp onto the strands and wait:
I wait for them to makes sense,
Incoherent buzzes of truth are all I have.
We are imperceptibly bound
by the common chords of our humanity;
colored threads weaving
a rich tapestry of shared experience.
Our similitude outshines our differences;
