East to the West

The civilians of the Western front tricked the mailman to come to their side. With the tides of the Spring Melt a white boat crossed the dividing yellow line. The soldiers on the East wondered to yell at the West to go back. Neither side fired a shot into the waves. Once shored, a mailwoman walked out with a blazing smile on her face, welcoming eyes and handful of letters. She came to deliver love and had done so.