Fate recalls a face remained unnoticed time ago.
Loose threads of memories stitch up the past and mellow.
But I know not when they wove the naughty knots of love
that adorn this rag – now wakes with an embroidered glow.
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Another fine example of this poet’s metier.
Thannks a ton, Louis.