Juxtaposed letters have a real story,
The kind abode succumbed to fury,
Refugees flee through heartless wires,
Glimmer of hope on a bed of fire,
The world of big talks and little acts,
Falling concrete and people were all the same,
These were my letters, concealed,
As I waited for our land to be healed,
Reading your letters of spring and sunshine,
Our secret wedding, cakes and wine,
Your tireless wait and my eternal muteness,
Fateless worlds smudged into darkness,
Like a few who made it through the divide,
In a forbidden box the letters survived,
A bit of shimmer lights up in my sight,
As I juxtaposition these letters in my twilight...