Frail and fragile
was born with wrinkles tonight
Spring blossomed
in her embrace
when breaking dawn
turned its table
looking below
were merry cables
enveloped in arms
were worries of mine
soaked in laces
of time
when dipping strokes
healed scars
when cherry words
drooled in cards
Alas
was gone times
Worries
remain, on sleeves of nine
Yet
love is lost
in her fragile dimes…..