Joy Notes

The words ancient
The language unique
Push pinned to my heart
Dropping another note
Only hours apart
Ink and feather
Tickling my feet
And my fancy together
The smile wider
Than the canyons grand gaps
I see the paper
Can’t control my gasps
And laughs
The thought was for me
Penmanship of delicacy
Neither shy nor coy
Love letters
Eagerly scribbled
Beckoning my joy
 
 
 
 
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