The crackle of paper
A handwriting that tapers.
A smile of a memory
Of fun and revelry
An idea. Maybe two.
Few emotions.
And the hope of new.
A letter it was, with words few.
But what it said was rather true.
Letters- Don’t you think it s like studying the universe. Reading of that, which already has been. Both are of the past, mistaken often for the present.And both bring our notice other kinds of life out there. Don't you think?
Nice ya.. Me likes.
ReplyDeletesimple thing such as a letter from someone can bring joy, no? (You have given off an idea to do a post on this hehe )
I miss receiving and writing letters :(
You keep writing ok? Ok.
Miss those days when a small postcard from a dear friend far away would make up for all the load shedding, all the missed TV shows, all the punishment and all the sorrow.. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteThank you . Itts something else, receiving letters.
ReplyDelete