The furious rain taking all over that dribbled off the pane,
Fascination of the unexpected surely doubting myself sane.
The pen holder setting the diary enduring the ideas patiently,
Phrases that I have left to be totally embarked by one tho meekly.
Glorious letters,Running phrases totally have an impact etched to my soul,
Tangled or the whorled letters setting that right acquiring the benefit of no foul.
Attainment or longing of getting the one who would never wither when its of me,
His writings or the carved devices clenched to my heart - would that ever be?
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