To my Love,
I hope this letter finds a way to you as your love has always found its way for me. A I write you this letter
it makes 375 days since I last saw you, my dear, but God knows every day, when I drift into sleep, I
dream of you. I have written something for you,
Echoes of my Home
Nevertheless, how lost I am
To you, I will always find a way.
Nevertheless, how bedraggled I am from the war.
To you, I will always find my day.
Time has played tricks on us
But for you, I will make it worth it all
Sublime of life has indulged with us
And for you, I will cherish it all
Nevertheless, how far long we are
To me, you are in every art
Nevertheless, how gloomy we are
To me, you are inside my heart
Crimes of life have imposed on us
But to you, wind whispers gently and enthralls
Primes of life have swiped past us
But to you, echoes of my home calls
I hope the war ends soon, so I can give you all the happiness you deserve, of the world.
Your loving husband.
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“The atmosphere turned into vile of melancholia when this letter was retrieved from the pocket of a dead soldier.”
