A few long years ago,
three to be exact.
I had received a love letter,
that I still kept intact.
A soft handwriting,
with the sweet smell of wine.
One that I couldn't stop
from fading with time.
Searching for footsteps,
that washed away with tides so strong,
The melody had dwindled,
like an unfinished song.
Breathing the evanescent scent,
that I wish was still intact,
I read the letter I had received,
years ago, three to be exact.
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Constellation of Thoughts
شِعرBecause poetry, is a constellation. A constellation, of one's very thoughts. ★★★★★ A collection of my thoughts, penned down as short poems. Right from life to death, to all in between, this collection aims to acknowledge all that we experience, an...
