I am rich tapestry Though worn and patched An artistry forgotten But I am no flag, no banner Sheer, not quilted. I am luxury, not livery Though torn and ragged in places. Repaired, remade, I am Embroidered heavily. Hold me on your lap that I May drape around your legs Spread me on your floor that I may kiss your painted toes Hang me from your walls That I may decorate your hearth Lay me on your bed so That I may warm your sleep Hoist me skyward Fly me windward Tied across your windows So that i may calm the winds Though I am no tent No mere tarpaulin
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