Ink Wells and Violets

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medieval romance broken  by a long ocean wind

tears fell on stony paths

Irish customs

never again

letters in a flowery hand proposes the impossible

stamped and delivered

cut open and read

cruel life wishes imposed on the young

heart ache

horses stampede as bullets fly past

nothing makes any sense

but the letters kept coming

words of love and hardship

soul fires kept burning

years go by

then one day….

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