My letters 


Many are times I weary sat myself 

by the over of the roaring river

and heartlessly wrote her letters

cold and teary and sad letters

but later crumbled and tore them apart 

but today still sad and teary I wrote 

a lovely letter and folded it into a paper boat 

and in her direction I let it sail 

and humbly made a prayer she find it 

a last glyph of my love to her 

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