An Old Handkerchief
The cloth aged
Likes the wrinkles of the face
The colours of the embroideries faded
Likes the eyesight of an old woman
The threads gone loose
Likes the screws
Between planks of an olden hut
Only the stains of an old lipstick
Still fresh in the heart
Of a sun-set love
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