The Tailor

 

After being homeless

you built my home

within your ribs

to make it safe

 

After being lifeless

you tailored my body

with sacred veins

to make it glaze

 

After being breathless

you sewed my lungs

with threads of wisdom

to make it brave

 

After being soulless

you repaired my soul

with holy words

so it can praise

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