The Letter.

And as I gazed upon your voice,
With delight for that crafted ink.
Memories and feelings came flooding back,
And of you I began to think.

It's been so long since I last saw your face,
And so many miles now are in-between,
But it does not matter, for you are always close,
When I close my eyes and dream.

Although you're on the other side of the world,
You still reached out to touch me.
You soothed my soul and made me smile,
With that refined piece of tree.

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