The Letter
As my fingertips glide on
the faded page,
now aged to a golden hue,
your words touch me once again,
parting thoughts from a true friend
lost to the everlasting.
continue here
the faded page,
now aged to a golden hue,
your words touch me once again,
parting thoughts from a true friend
lost to the everlasting.
continue here
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