Bundles of unsent love letters gather dust in the bottom drawer of an antique writing desk, their existence known only to the drawer's wooden confines. Each letter, carefully penned with ink and emotion, speaks volumes of unrequited love and unexpressed desires. Their words, hidden away, hold the power to transcend time and distance. Within the drawer's depths, the letters become a secret solace, a silent conversation between hearts that never had the chance to intertwine. Their unspoken affections echo through the ages, carried by the whispers of the wind, longing for a day when they will finally find their rightful recipients.
About the Creator
Mark
Just got back to writing, and we got another paper load of poems inspired by Japanese art. Hi, I am Mark and you can read all you want. FOR FREE! (Stripe isn't available on Philippines T^T, but you can still provide your support by Paypal!)
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