The Hot Summer Day
The summer day is drowning beyond the horizon.
Quite hot.
The fatigued mind. The numbed limbs.
The words dry up.
Should I keep mum?
Love is inexpressible. Love is beyond words. Young love often remains silent. But when it inclines to express, it finds words unheard of. So are born what you call the love letters. Who wrote these Love Letters? A young heart. It could be his or hers or mine or yours. It doesn't matter if they are written today or were written years back. A Love Letter of a young heart is always young.
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