**Forgotten Letters**
In dusty drawers they quietly rest,
Old letters folded, once addressed.
The ink has faded, worn with time,
Yet whispers linger in each line.
Words once cherished, long unread,
Tales of love, of joy, of dread.
Promises that time forgot,
Moments held, yet now are not.
Each page a story left behind,
A fleeting trace of heart and mind.
Forgotten letters, bound by years,
Hold the weight of silent tears.
Yet in their stillness, they remain,
A link to voices once so plain.
A fragile bridge to days now gone,
In every fold, life lingers on.
About the Creator
Danny Prem kumar
A vision is our long-term goals and aspirations for the future in terms of its long-term growth and impact on this world. My mission defines what we do and what we stand for, while our vision speaks to our goals and ideals for the future.
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Comments (1)
Nice work! Letter writing is a lost art in our instant tech world.