The Letter
Cloudy sight, and mind as I depart
My home shall always be in my heart
Valleys so deep, and fields so green
Mountains so high they touched the sky
But when I think back to
What I yearn for most
Is time with you
The world is not what it seems to be
Opaque utopian ideologies
Crossing swords for empty rewards
Making stories of false glories
I long for simpler hues
So I write these letters
When I think of you
My home shall always be in my heart
Valleys so deep, and fields so green
Mountains so high they touched the sky
But when I think back to
What I yearn for most
Is time with you
The world is not what it seems to be
Opaque utopian ideologies
Crossing swords for empty rewards
Making stories of false glories
I long for simpler hues
So I write these letters
When I think of you
Credits
Writer(s): Pranay Bakshi
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