The parts of the letter are parts, No longer see any words.
The world is a dynamic place
Time passes and things change.
The world is dark outside.
I feel the pain in my heart.
The Moon stares at me
Winks its eye
The poem shows that the words can do magic.
Walking on the paths of small town
nestling in green hills and dales
Boundaries of the world of reality are finite
Whereas imagination denotes larger possibilities infinite
Crafting the beauty, calling the role.
They are the craftsmen who touch the soul.
Once a social is a quiet sparrow now,
Endlessly wandering when and how...
I am the sculptor of my own body and mind,
For what I crave within me is by my own actions,
A soul rescued from all the shackles,
Burnt in the heat of purgation,
I am floating in the air like kites
I am free of any impurities
The poem shows that friends support us always.
The journey was well worth
Our moment in time......
That distance, age, and height are mere numbers surreal when you fall in love for real.
The poem inspires to fight for our rights.
Your magic works
everywhere I go
Should I forgive and forget? Would you do the same?
The poet is excited about the new year.
Staring in your eyes,
I get lost,