Once Upon a Bride
Muted effulgence, dusty haze
Cocooned in muslin, soft
Faded.
I await your nostalgic gaze
From the attic, aloft
Shaded.
My silken threads crackle with age
Decades three, since you last
draped me.
As a bedecked bride, shy and sage
Now remnant of a past
Glory.
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