I received a letter
Without a back address
It was from a paper
I still collect these
It's indeed rare
To feel emotion
Of Paper's gasps
And heartbeat when it opens
The sender was against
For me to know what is a crest
Of misty smiles and rainy gales
That I almost have forgotten
I saw the clouds, and I confessed
My heart has nearly never opened
To feel the beat of isolation
I gave for personal interest
I opened the letter
Stamped from stars
Sure it felt apart
I knew it right.
It was from grandpa
Whose face I find
In the family's photograph
I recognized his hand-write
YOU ARE READING
The dance of Autumn's leaves
PoetryThis Poetry collection is about Lifepath, and the growing up as a mature person. The Book contains philosophical poems about personal achievements and dreams with optimistic, bittersweet and sad taste. Everything written here, is based on my own e...
