Choose a scarf for the day—
the one gifted by a friend,
the one found in a forgotten shop,
the one stitched by patient hands.
Each carries a story.
Write the giver’s name on the tag
so the memory travels with you,
a quiet companion
woven into the morning.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Indeed we do carry memories, momentos of the past and its occupants with us through the day and time in general. A small part of what they gave us carried as our flag. Very nice Cryptic loved how the last line "woven into the morning" ties the theme and subject together symbolically and literally
It was reminiscing northern hemisphere winter mornings. Thank you, Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic I am always looking deeper than the surface
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