Letters

There are letters in the post
There are letters unopened
There are letters unread
Then there are your letters, a coast

For my wrecked ships, a rescue
From my wicked heart, a memory
Of your beautiful face and soft touch
There are letters never to be opened
Just
To be imagined.

May 28, 2018

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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