Passive Passion - T ABRAHAM
(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)
A single strand taken in hand,
Each day picking up a band,
When a strand becomes a band,
Many arms and fingers holding,
Strands are holding and folding,
Monochromatic artist created,
Colours in the palette of psyche,
Each making a lock and key,
Colours turned to paint words,
Words becoming a bouquet,
Beauty gently beating about,
Felt little murmurs and shouts,
First tangled into unruly bands,
Day by day it becomes a beauty,
Churned butter becoming soft,
Letters turning words to draft,
The days have gone so far,
Till it resides as a sweet passion,
As the heavy duty still succeeds.
