
dusty letter-boxes, open
love notes in the filmy half-light
.
valentines and dry, forgotten roses
faintly fragrant of the days gone by.
.
two hands tenderly smooth out the creases
as twilight melts into a meditative dusk
.
they lie there, letters
in the tarnished moonlight
.
unread by her,
for she is blind.



1 comments:
Great work.
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