Sweeping through the shelf,
Found some letter unkept,
Reading through it all over again,
Brought nothing but tears in vain.
Letter clouded with dust,
So hard to blow,
The shine of the same,
Just vanished with time so.
In the middle of pointed pins,
And some embellished pens,
There was the letter lying,
Faded as never before.
Staring at the letter,
With my vigilant eyes,
Found a drop of tear,
Trying to run but...dismally died !
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