existence itself diaphanous as a fine scarf
found in an ancient trunk stored in some attic
translucent as silk passed down through generations
memento from a faraway war, gift for someone long forgotten
knowledge made fragile now by weighted time
one light breath can cause any fray to part
one wept tear can rupture all the threads
pieces falling as gently as life’s joys and sorrows
a heartbreak, a whispered hope, a last daring dream
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