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By: Daisies~

Folded and faded they lay upstairs
‘Neath boxes piled high with junk
Secured inside a lid never pried
Of an ancient rusty trunk
.
In a house where renters often dwelled
Overlooked they lay unknown
The letters written by two lovers
In an era now long gone
.
The secrets and mysteries there within
Told in loving, vivid detail
Silenced by the darkened attic
And the ever growing webs
.
Ribbons of blue faded now by time
Marked history in blazing glory
Of wars and stars and great famine
And told the lover’s story
.
“When the war is over I’ll be walking
To try to make my way back home
Here’s hoping this letter will reach you
If all of Georgia is not gone”
.
Pages dried with tears that once had cried
Had long since grown yellow with age
The battle lost with such great cost
And the rampant it had waged
.
Books now tell of the heroic deeds
Of the valiant commanders and the dead
But silent are those sweethearts of the war
Left in letters in a trunk unread
.
© Daisies