In the sky’s soft seam where the dream threads twist,
Lies Puffonia — stitched from a wooly mist.
A kingdom crocheted with cottony care,
Where planets puff up in bubblegum air.
The trees are tufts, the roads are sewn,
The stars are beads in a night hand-thrown.
A mushroom of color — a rainbow burst,
Rises like laughter the clouds rehearsed.
Castles of velvet, looped with delight,
Glow under moons made of knitted light.
Even the silence hums with thread,
As comets of yarn swirl overhead.
Here joy’s not spoken, it’s needle-felt,
In the crinkle of socks that the warm winds dealt.
A place so tender it hugs your gaze —
Where Tuesday melts into marvelled haze.
Welcome to Puffonia, stitched from afar —
A patchwork planet with a candycore heart.
Made with love and wools
