Those were the days

Those were the days of ink-stained fingers
dog-eared books and posted love letters
where written words carried with them
a special kind of enchantment

Ink that flowed like blood in veins
spilled on empty sheets like an open wound
emptying a part of you
in neat tiny handwriting

The smell and feel of paper between your fingers
the sound of pages turning
as you uncovered new worlds
hidden between words that rise to greet you like an old friend

Unfolding letters that carry secrets and love songs
pressing them against your heart as if
handwritings can be etched upon your skin
branding you forever

Those were magical days


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