Lace

such a dapper lady.

A code of swirls,
Threads gently interwoven,
Holding it together,
Pulling it close.
Blind to its home,
All it knows is sound,
And smell,
And warmth.
But can one miss what they never had?
It listens closer.
-a poem about this lass by: https://artfight.net/~74373-bees