Beautiful poem!!!

The White Crayon

I weave my wings with the wee bits of my dreams
Slowly, passionately,
Step by step
Under a loom where I shape my destiny
Interlacing fiction with my dreary reality
And as I go over and under the satin threads
The friction burns me keeping me awake
Take me, carry me to the sun
Even if it burns me, I’ll remember how it all began
From a piece of thread I envisioned in my head
That I wore my dreams even to my deathbed

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