these emails
that are voices
from the past
refresh both joy
and sorrow
oh friends oh lovers
long buried here
in my memory
your words
echo long
within the chambers
of what is left
of my heart
these emails
that are voices
from the past
refresh both joy
and sorrow
oh friends oh lovers
long buried here
in my memory
your words
echo long
within the chambers
of what is left
of my heart
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“…what is left of my heart.” I understand that and the poem is beautiful.
Thank you.
So lovely.
Thank you, Anna.