as i lay beneath my rainbow quilt
my fingers trace its seams
in quiet reverie
each scrap i touch
holds a precious memory
in quiet reverie
each scrap i touch
holds a precious memory
and i marvel at how well
unseen loving hands
unseen loving hands
have stitched together
with silver threads of mystery
all my fondest hopes and dreams
all my fondest hopes and dreams
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