The thread kept traveling with the hope
In her eyes, reflecting all colors
Of happiness, hope, pain and patience.
The thread kept engaging every cloth offered
By her fingers crossing
All barriers of discomfort and fatigue.
The thread kept holding with it
The mirrors and glittering stars reflecting
Glow on her face hiding her emotions.
The thread must continue to travel
Because as moves the thread,
Stays her hope and
Alive is her achievement of creation.