In parchment's embrace, a story unfurls,
A letter, a vessel for heart's soft whirls.
In ink's delicate dance, emotions abide,
Words penned with care, where feelings reside.
Each stroke, a whisper of love or of pain,
Etched on the page, a soul's sweet refrain.
Folded with care, a secret to hold,
A tale of longing, of dreams untold.
Sealed with a kiss, or a waxen seal,
Bound by a promise, its essence surreal.
Through time's gentle passage, it finds its way,
To kindred spirits, where echoes may sway.
A letter, a bridge, across distance and time,
A symphony of thoughts, in prose or in rhyme.
In its fragile beauty, memories reside,
A treasure to cherish, where hearts confide.
About the Creator
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Very creative!!