The letter

Rustling through these fiery leaves
I stumble across something
Its a bottle with a letter
To me; by me
Something I wrote
While I was bumbling with my life
A gentle reminder
That our past never leaves us
For one day we might tumble all over it
And say “This is what I wanted”

Copyright-©TheKayasthaJournal2017

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