The postman appears at your mailbox
And still awakens that hope
That there are no bills, no commercial letters
No sign up for this or for that…just for one day.
But just a letter, a love letter,
A card, a leaf in an envelope,
A blank paper with dried tears
Because someone was thinking of you!
The postman appears at your mailbox
and you wait like a child waits for Santa
For just a note, a printed photo from far,
A drawing of a star from that little hand you miss…
I still hope, everyday I hope.
Oh the hopes a mailbox can bring!
©Ledia Bostic
Ledia Ikonomi Bostic 
haha the hope that a mailbox bring 😉
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Yes, I just find another reason to hope for! 🙂
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I enjoyed this beautiful poem and brought fine memories, when I found an eyelash in a love letter. Makes me think of Pablo Coehlo words: We have lost contact with reality, the simplicity of life.
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Yes, I get so many bills and advertisements and it seems like the mail box has lost somehow the purpose of connecting people.
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