18h
A small piece of satin,
Held by single thread and pin.
To divest myself of it would be
To undo what has been.
Held by single thread and pin.
To divest myself of it would be
To undo what has been.
Fun Fact!: This poem was originally stanza two of the poem "Sewn", but I felt that it held meaning beyond that of the original poem and was subsequently split. See the irony? Enjoy!
