Telepathy - Poem by gershon hepner
With telepathy I hope your heart
translates for you the words that I’ll encrypt
in every message while we are apart
so you can read the meaning of the script.
You’ll see the backside of the carpet and
deduce the shapes and colors that are hidden,
by flying fingers of a crafty hand,
and reaches out to yours with what I’ve written.
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