Friends who wrote them
When e-mail was neither heard nor spoken of,
Strengthened with care and concern,
Painted their thoughts with words beautiful on it.
Letters from the past still speak lively
The panacea for the troubled mind
Enervated by those moments of darkness
These letters lifted me up throughout time.
Though time has taken its toll
And chemical reactions have made them old
Some with fungus and contents disappeared
I still cherish them as I cherish my own self.
Their values appreciate over the time
And the consoling words still carry me strong
Despite the missing faces and unheard voices
I know those friend are there somewhere in time.
As my eyes cast over the letters again and again,
Strengthened with care and concern,
Painted their thoughts with words beautiful on it.
Letters from the past still speak lively
The panacea for the troubled mind
Enervated by those moments of darkness
These letters lifted me up throughout time.
Though time has taken its toll
And chemical reactions have made them old
Some with fungus and contents disappeared
I still cherish them as I cherish my own self.
Their values appreciate over the time
And the consoling words still carry me strong
Despite the missing faces and unheard voices
I know those friend are there somewhere in time.
As my eyes cast over the letters again and again,
Bearing the marks of their sincerity,
The poignant thoughts still running fresh
Amidst the line of words dressed with fading ink
Memories never die, perhaps forgotten awhile
Priceless indeed those advises drawn with symbols
For the painful heart they can easily cure
Though papers falling loose, their painted words are still intact
The poignant thoughts still running fresh
Amidst the line of words dressed with fading ink
Memories never die, perhaps forgotten awhile
Priceless indeed those advises drawn with symbols
For the painful heart they can easily cure
Though papers falling loose, their painted words are still intact
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A wonderful poem. 'Silent voices' are like precious treasure. I am glad you still treasure them that much. I am glad to be your friend and will always be. Lots of love. God Bless.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Cyclops...really good :)
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devika
This spoke volumes and its so very true that those consoling words, though silent now carry enormous strength in them.
ReplyDeleteGood one Cyclops.
Love this! Thank you so much for inviting me to view your blog. You are a fabulous poet! Your words are magic!
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