Word by word,
Letter by letter,
Stroke by stroke.
I send you thee all my care and comfort.
Folding one edge to another,
a corner to corner,
a crease to finalize the folds
then alas I've created my own special messenger;
Yes, a one that has much to be told.
Sadness and Bitterness doesn't suit anyone's face.
Though its a matter of time that we have to race.
Before the darkness devours you,
before the hatred blinds you.
I send you a note of hope and love.
I threw the messenger and across it flew.
Soaring through the sky ever so blue.
With the day crystal clear,
and a calming breezing still there.
The note will reach you soon e