Dear lad, if ever your eyes are treading this epistula, Of what seems to be a bunch of uttered nonsense Made by a comical maiden, I hope you'd still continue And let your sight do the walking And your heart to do the comprehending. If ever you recall The maiden of comical nonsense, Please try to hold On how she has shown your essence By the faded stance of the mountains in a far lone view, That peeks through the windows of that brightly lit room. They've seen it all, so it seems, That you're the only one who doesn't dream, Of being together, alone in that room, Where the tables and chairs stood in gloom. For the maiden, who was known for her comical sense. Little did they know, she was a dramatical mess. #poetryxart #Longtimenodoodle