A Letter to Myself
Dear one,
In the hush of the morning light
I write a letter to you with
the fragrance of violets
and hope sunk into white stained
paper. I have a view of fledgling
winter hanging off the pine
tree in my yard, careening
back and forth, and I watch to
comfort myself that you
're
're
as happy as I can be.
Forever yours,
dear one.
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