Beneath the oak's embracing shade,
A weathered box, secrets laid.
Paper whispers, ink-stained sighs,
Echoes of hearts and distant skies.
Each envelope a story told,
In words of silver, penned in the gold.
A tale of the love, or sorrow's crest,
Folded neatly, heart at rest.
Through storms of life, and calmest days,
The letter box, it faithfully stays.
A keeper of dreams, hopes confessed,
In ink that lingers, hearts undressed.
Oh, letter box, with rusted latch,
Guardian of souls, no strings attached.
Hold close these whispers, the tales untold,
In your embrace, our stories fold.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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