I'd send you a dream in another e-mail
And open my heart to attach,
But it would be hard to explore and unveil,
Since digits and feelings don't match.
The digits of love are a changeable thing
Without a permanent code,
However, the vivid emotions they bring
Still fill the handwritten plain note.
My messages turned to a terrible mess,
Unfiltered, they bury the truth,
It's hard to conceal, and it's hard to confess
They all are mistakes of my youth.
A look through the glass back to winter of fate
Reminds me of beautiful times
When magical digits from zero to eight
Appeared as love fixed in rhymes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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