I await
A reply to
the several letters
I sent your way
Packed with love.
Stringed with care.
Awaiting.
Churning age-old hopes
inside my belly.
Just
For a word
from you, My lady.
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Sometimes I wish,
if I could only be
That Red Postbox
down the street,
I would have known,
how are those letters
whose reply
come
across
the miles and
the seas.
Crazyness 