The Cellphone Poem by paul fondland
The Cellphone
Once in the woods, a man heard a echo.
It was the music of despair ringing out through the thick dark bushes.
A music like a song, like from a tune of lost memories.
A tune like from a melody, like from...
...A phone.
It was a cellphone.
The man closed his eyes.
It was his cellphone.
yeah i see hw at times we assume the tune as from someone else' cell!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:18:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you, yes it can be interpurated in different ways.