The Last Letter

The last letter.

The last letter was placed at the table
Like a leaf of autumnal withering
it glanced back at me, with its eternity
As vast as the cosmos without shape
and it all took an avalanche to understand &
Estimate, the capacity of love.

From: 
Fatima Ijaz




ABOUT THE POET ~
A poet by instinct, by the waterfall of words. I grew into poetry, as black wings fly into the sky of the fallen. Where there is nothing -- there is word, there is art.


Last updated March 30, 2015