I’m writing you a letter
My letters are stars and my canvas is sky
The sunrise is greeting and sunset is goodbye
I’m writing in the morning and on sunny afternoon
And in the lonely evening, and at night under the moon
I’m writing the nightingale singing so blue
Does it know that I’m still thinking of you?
When I come out of the words, then I paint.
My brush is air and my colors is rain
I’m painting the rainbows and flowers and trees
All the beauty I want you to see
Look all around you and above
All I wrote and painted for you with love
I’m writing you in fall and winter and spring
And then I’m sending my letter with wind
Tomorrow I’ll write again.

Nice.

A treat to read, SipSik. It gave me a sense of wistful longing and devotion.

It's beautiful, sip

That's beautiful Sip, thanks for sharing it

Outstanding; truely outstanding.