I got your letter on a snowy evening
The mists were on the window .
The fireplace was burning mellow.
The spruce was covered in white.
But, I read the letter at that night.
The snowstorm was shaking the deer's bell.
It was in the stable though.
Still, I stared the letter's shell
Which I opened at the night so.
I saw, scribbled your name on it.
I got nervous a little bit.
You sent it on the freezing evening.
I guess you remembered me in rainin'.
You wrote that you lost my letter
In the nipping afternoon's later.
I know you won't be able to reach it again.
Only I know where it lost in my brain.
YOU ARE READING
Lost letter
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