Letters of Asabella

Epistolary work

0 My beloved ,I am afraid that

I am gonna fuse in this marshy crises of death

and my existence is near to vanish ,

Mother angel is ready to take me in her arms

My beloved,

Moon hides in the veil of night and 

sun dies in near evenings because 

they can not withstand your beauty

Dear ,

My lips

still cherish your breath and 

My heart

it pounds with the

very thought of yours

I got only a few inhales left but

 the time we shared will never die .

These leafy trees in Berlin will always

 tell the tales of our love and

 their roots would grow in the roots of our love !

 

                                                                 your  love,

                                                                  Asabella

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Parting away is painful and leaving such a note adds more to it.