Vibrant colors weave and wind,
In every fold, a world to find,
A history wrapped in fabric’s grace,
With every stroke, a sacred place.

 

 

Golds and blues, like skies and sun,
Painted landscapes, threads spun and done,
Each fabric breathes with life anew,
A piece of art, a window through.

 

 

Oh how it drapes, how it sings,
The joy of colors that time brings,
A tapestry of culture’s thread,
In vibrant life, the past is spread.

                                         

                                           Zainab!

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