The Dress
The perfect lines, the sash just right
You see how the color matches her eyes?
The feeling of the fabric is soft and light
Yet the girl behind it is the ultimate prize
She made it with only a needle and thread
Hands rough, callused, ready and waiting
Learning from what her mother said
Fashion is not about others debating
Rather about she who will fill it
How she will feel, dancing and spinning
How she can have anything, if she wills it
And how the pattern is just the beginning
The love put into this simple dress
Focuses a world where all else is a mess
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