Thin threads,
I do not see them,
but we are connected.
Ties of passion and tenderness.
Ties of jealousy and forgiveness.
We tell much, but we quench a lot.
We have much to do to shorten these threads.

Thin threads,
scattered threads,
we are entangled.
Tears of pain.
Let’s find the threads.
Let’s join the threads.
Silence, betrayal.
Broken threads, they tangle no more.
Let’s take the threads,
let’s do knots.