In the olden times,
The long-distance love blossomed
Under the aegis of the handwritten letters.
And with the passage of time,
Even the near ones turned distant
And the love languished.
A splurge of means to express love
Have fallen short of saying
The three magical words.
The grandeur of all the possessions,
howsoever beautiful they may be, are materialistic,
And so never keep a heart tucked to the other
For a long duration.
Those letters exchanged before
Contained the fragrance of affection.
Though they were inanimate
The letters were able to say aloud the intended messages with proper diction.
Such was the beauty of those postcards
Those soft white or maybe, colorful pages,
Which had the love smeared all over it!
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