So, I wrote love letters to you
But kept them undelivered
Enveloping them within my heart
Red sealed by my pain
Until you knock the doors
Of my life again, and
Like on a windy day
The mark of agony breaks
Scattering the letters
Through our uncertain paths
I do not care for them
As now I have your reflection
On my soul, and I want to
Speak about nothing but everything
Unless I realize your apparition
Is transient, like a ripple in water
Causing a stir on my loneliness
And now neither there is you
Nor your impression
Kept in form of those letters
Sealed within me…
Leaving me with emptiness…
Poetry collection 
Your vivid imagery of red wax-sealed love letters works beautifully in evoking the sense of lost love. The life of those letters through the piece is a wonderful touchstone for the reader. Well done, V! 😊
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Thanks a lot Brad, off late I know I have been posting some poignant poetry, but there is a thing about sadness, it’s raw, its naked without any illusions and oddly beautiful
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That it is, my friend!
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This is impressive. Brought back memories of my lost love. 😍
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Thanks for read and glad that you liked it 😊
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Really relate to this.. very beautifully written..
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Thanks a lot for reading 😊
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Beautifully written! So poetic!
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Thanks a lot for reading😀
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Oof juxtaposing nothing yet everything was brilliant!
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Thanks for reading 😊
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I would take a letter like this any day instead of an email.
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Thanks for reading 😊
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