The Postman
I see the postman,
Climbing the
Neighbour's stairs,
Bringing hope of love
From foreign lands,
Because,
After
He has visited
Her door,
I know that
Mine is next.
And I ache,
For a letter.
Written proof,
That someone
Out there,
Thinks of me,
And doesn't
Know
The truth.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2006-02-25 at 18:36
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