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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Mithila is a Financial Business Analyst but currently a stay-at-home mom to two tiny tots. A die-hard fiction fan, she has recently taken a plunge into writing poetry and short stories.
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