Vintage white linen fleece!

She lay on my bed

Summer or winter

She shone like a lightening

At every dawn break

She could covet the good ol’ moon

At bon nuits

She isn’t new

My grandmother’s favorite

She is too

With each passing day she grew

Fairer n fairer

No I’m not a racist

But I’m biased

Unfair you could say

Her aroma, her color, her lint

They all belong to me..

You can never say who owns who

But giving out definitely is far away

She is my great grandmother’s

Vintage white linen fleece!

As she lay on my bed,

All year through..

My fixation for her only grew

And grew.

 

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