My sewing machine
Embroideries beautiful designs
As I design sweet dreams
Drifting in my mind like tinted clouds.
My sewing machine
Patches the holes with lovely stickers
As I patch my sorrow with lovely smiles
That like golden rays scatter happiness miles and miles.
My sewing machine mends my dress
And makes it fit for use for some more days
As I mend my loss
And live a life full of hopes.
My sewing machine is an effective teacher
Which has taught me how to make my life better and sweeter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful poem about appreciation for a skill, a craft, and the machine that enables such! Lovely!