Memories are written,
kisses are showered on them.
Their touch,
bring someone's touch alive.
Their smell,
reminds of morning's sweet breeze.
Drawings on them,
steal the heart beats away.
Wait for it to receive,
is like that for a beloved.
Wait for its reply,
is like that for a return kiss.
Some letters are warmth of love,
spread across time.
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