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When we are old
and hold each other close
breathing in the fibres
of our life's tapestry
textures of every kind
colours of every hue
every little sorrow
every little joy
weave it in
weave it in

I've really liked the sound effect of the two last stanzas...
hypnosis

I really like the imagery involving the tapestry.

Thanks Juan... I loved I felt the roughness of the woven fabric and the delicate sheen of silk...and my nose tickled with the fibres floating...

Robin...