Red Thread
Red thread upon my wrist
Bond, blood, oath
Red thread, I am bound
Forever entrust
This single threat
A sign of my love and trust
Make note, sign my soul
By a red thread, I hang
Nothing separated
These bindings are meld
Heart, soul, mind
In me
they all set upon
A single red thread
Tied around my wrist
Biting into my flesh
There I state
My oath, blood bound
Forever is my trust
Hold me,
Bound by wrists
my heart, my soul
Oh this sad lost mind
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Sonja Hand
I write, conduct social media and social activism for Small Business and Tea Party Conservatism. I am a direct descendant of the Mayflower, and everything American in between. Share your story, and I will share mine.. Live life to the fullest .. YOLO
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