𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃
𝑀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊
𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓏𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻
𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒,
𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒
𝐼𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝓊𝑔 𝓂𝑒
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓂𝑒
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝑔
𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁
𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈
𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹
𝒪𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎,
& 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎.
𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊
𝐼𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒.
𝐿𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒
𝒢𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑜.
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Beautiful Words
PoetryA story in which a girl writes letters to her dying best friend. Written and edited by Rukaya Mosavel. Copyright © 2021 All Rights Reserved.
