Two Odd Socks

A poem

A poem

Image by Nightcafe https://tinyurl.com/3amm8my9

They’re odd, these socks,
but then so am I
My pattern does not match
and that’s what attracted me
to these socks.

Oh, I love these socks,
these wondrous, woolen creations 
how they envelop my feet,
caressing them in sublime comfort.
Each thread, a strand of devotion,
woven by the loving hands.

I feel as if I walk on clouds,
my steps so light, so free,
for these socks, they transport me
to a realm of pure bliss.
No mere utilitarian covering,
but a work of art, a treasure,
a true testament to the power
of craft, of care, of intention.

Image by Nightcafe https://tinyurl.com/b99kzrx9

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