Pen in hand,
Delicate stationery on the desk,
Covered with roses—
Pink, yellow, and white,
Reserved for a special delivery.
With a trembling hand,
I pen:
My Dearest,
Dearest,
Dear.
Time waits for no one as I glance at the clock.
The day turns to night,
As the shadows from the light
Cast a shimmering glow
On the letter started long ago.
I pick up the single page,
Feel the subtle...
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