I wrote you a letter
and was so scared
it might not reach you
in time
that I put
all my stamps
on it.
I had this feeling
it might be last one.
I ripped out
two photographs
that had been sleeping
inside an album
because I needed
to see them
and pass them on
to you.
I was walking
through rain
and streets emptied
by this plague
to send the letter
on its way.
Hoping
It was not
too late.
„Please don‘t let this be the last time“, I whisper to my witch, both of us not able to seek shelter from the rain inside our home, but searching the sky for a hole in the clouds.
A witch with no regrets
This night feels cozy.Midnight has passed.No sleep, but another cup of tea in vanilla scented candlelight.“Are you saying you have no regrets?”, my witch giggles. When I was younger, I was often warned that I would regret the things that I did. I remember being 10 years old and finally telling my family that I…
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Mistress witch writes 
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