Let it Set
It burns your heart
Doesn't it?
The setting sun
The rust and honey
Piercing
The last rays
Memories gilding
Let it set, honey
Cause a little darkness
Don't pull it up again
Let it set, honey
Let this one set
For another to rise
Letters
I miss the days of the Letter The ones I'd get from my grandfather Once a month I'd gleam with cheer I'd run around re-tracing the words written I'd tuck those words inside my memory The sound of the postman's bells The Jingle of the envelopes creaks The joy of finding one that had my name The waft of air and shaped wax The touch of dried ink and postage stamps In the days of instant chats and blue ticks I was happy to be remembered even every few weeks I miss the days of The Letter When I would carefully think of what to tell him Maybe I should omit that I got my ankle twisted I weighed my words I thought of the him before writing My words were aimed at sending love My words were hoped for bringing joy In the times of Instant chats and video calls I would cherish the photograph sent I'd remember the way the sunrays fell on the ground The way my cousin winked an eye at the camera The way my grandmother looks almost shy I miss the days of the Letter I wonder ho...
Very nice...and approach is so positive 👌
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