I tap the screen
With the tip
Of my finger
And there you are,
Miraculously!
With all poetry
That fascinates
And lingers,
But I will never
See you,
Face to face
We will always
Remain strangers,
On a virtual base
But oh, the magic
That some technical
Advances convey,
Can't be compared,
To the once secretive
Romantic, passivity,
Of yesteryears
As nostalgia
Sheds a single tear...
My dear great poetess this is my zest to tell you that my heart leaps up having read your amazing summing-ups no denial we all live virtual, technical the distance as far as our fingers can touch as such we call Poetic Progress this is true exciting process just tap the screen completest scenes our eyes are watching the making of so many poetry links Poetic Progress can't be avoided methinks thankfully yours Miraculously! virtually yours, Sylvia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We will always Remain strangers, On a virtual base.........../// yeah; really