SilkA Poem by PólIs it better to love, lose live in the past life beginning when you met her? Or do I care that your hair Is a lighter hue or that her beauty and charm my senses disarm more completely than you? And what does it matter that when we embrace face upon face I feel silk, not lace? © 2014 PólFeatured Review
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