Love Letters


Image Copyright: Kati Bergman 2014

In her hands
a memory lay,
golden, weakened, and worn.
Exhausted by the minutes,
Of endless waiting.
The care with which the memory had
been typed
had long ago dissolved.
Now each antique character stood
slowly fading,
growing dimmer by the day,
hiding where the secrets lay,
creating a frustratingly beautiful mystery
out of age and decay.

Words I was given to use: MINUTES, TYPED, BEAUTIFUL


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