Poem of the Week: Why I Write Letters

“Put your mind at ease and now speak,

Or forever, hold your peace.

Because of that distance, forbidden to speak,

At the end, there’s no peace to seek,

Say it if you must, but make it brief,

To hold words unsaid can cause the utmost pain,

Because time will go by and it you cannot regain,

But like a picture, words can create a timeless domain,

To behold them is to briefly a past, attain,

For In letter form, memories do their best to remain,

That they not get washed away, like tears in the rain”


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