The warmth of sunshine on your face
& the trickle of a summer rain in your hair
is more real than
the electronic impulses
we generate
in our fingertips.
Yet,
we feel no less,
us lonely scribes,
living a million mikes apart,
in an age of computer technology
& still believing in signs
of the heart.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
The warmth of sunshine on your face
& the trickle of a summer rain in your hair
is more real than
the electronic impulses
we generate
in our fingertips.
Yet,
we feel no less,
us lonely scribes,
living a million mikes apart,
in an age of computer technology
& still believing in signs
of the heart.
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