Adham ap Otis
Dear Mother,
It has been a month since I saw you last
(Your face shallow'd, like a grave)
I've been my own, as you asked
(In a voice that was not far from a rave)
Wish I could join you, for I say
There's no joy without you
Not one, single, day
I'm crying. Madness, to joy, to crying, within the day. I really must be going crazy. I'm sobbing like a child. Crying, from a single thought. I miss her.
If sister could see me now. This is real emotion. The gods above couldn't receive better.
26th, End of Spring, 1087
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