In the damp air of a pouring August
I long for words to break their handcuffs
I want my confession to be a hand-written letter
Forever resting in your bedside drawer
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Superb! ! ! ! Awesome metaphor I long for words to spread themselves over the sheet Like a wayward wave caressing the shore....
Typo: please read fast instead of first. I mean to say people are using type writers to type out messages and letters. Hand written letters are hardly found these days. Your poem has a great message. Top score and to my favourite.
Calligraphy is first getting outdated but it's worth is priceless. Another wonderful poem.. keeping writing.
Beautiful write. Nicely crafted love poem. Thanks for sharing.
My love must stay young and wrinkle free....lovely words of your poemy