🌳💜I'll take the ink of the night and write you a letter...
I know it's not used anymore!...
But I want to write it to you in my own hand, perhaps even getting ink on my fingers,
but written as they used to do a long time ago...
A letter that speaks of happiness gives way to the dreams that are coming...
The one that speaks of a moment,
with words that feed the soul reading every tiny accent...
I want to write you a letter!...
Written as they used to write a long time ago...
One in which you read between the lines of what is written there,
so as to be able to transcribe an emotion...
I want to write you a letter,
one that you can read in the company of the dim,
placid and sly light of the evening...
May I transmit the intonation of my voice to you, so that I can see your smile shine...
I want to write you a letter in my own hand, even though it is rarely used now,
almost alas, almost out of fashion!...
But only then you will understand...
That my words,
written on that sheet of paper,
are nothing but verses dictated to you by the stars on an early summer night,
while the whole universe surrounds them and rotates with them...
💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝



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