Dearest love of mine,
Only the colors of your palette never dulls.
Everything around me lost its hue.
My poetry has been nothing but an endless writing of melancholy.
But time will pass, and I won't be as alone.
I remain waiting.- Elise
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Letters of Elise
PoetryA compilation of letters from a woman in love by what's lost.
5th Letter
Dearest love of mine,
Only the colors of your palette never dulls.
Everything around me lost its hue.
My poetry has been nothing but an endless writing of melancholy.
But time will pass, and I won't be as alone.
I remain waiting.- Elise