Like the sheen of Dupioni silk it brightened my days.
Like a pricy cashmere scarf, it gave the warmth I've yearned to feel,
Like a hand-loomed sweater no words could describe.
Too perfect that I called it an illusion.
So heart-warming till I gave away my doubts.
It was indeed just a vision,
of pure imperfection with zero flaws.
Or what the Universe called ,
Love .
Renuka G
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