By: Amoureax Amant
Weaver sewed husband's coat in peach garden,
whose soldier husband guarded home's heaven,
and filled cotton in coat warm as fireplace,
whose cloud cotton emerged as husband's face.
Weaver added worries thick as mountain,
whose worries was like threads wrapped coat's cotton,
and sewed with threads tight as husband's embrace,
whose tears swelled up and dropped on coat's surface.
Weaver wove clothes and sat inside arbor,
watching boat came and sailed away harbor,
and prayed like nuns chanting inside abbey,
chanting with rolling river via valley.
Weaver watched moon hanging over willow,
sewing coat thread by thread inside window.