Friday, 17 February 2017

The Exiled Queen

My warmest regards
For your beautiful letter.
Your wonderful welcome
Could not have been better.

I was sitting alone
When it flew past the shutter,
And a breeze brought it down by my feet
With a flutter.

The blue of your ink
Will remind me of home
I'll take it out often,
As I read it alone
And hold it with care,
To my chest with both hands,
And think fondly of you,
And these windy young lands.

Your beautiful bird
Brought a smile through my tears,
And banished my gloom,
My sorrows and fears.
Just how you have made this,
So delicate and wise,
With just paper and skill,
A letter that flies! 

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