Faster smoother communication
Texts flying freely in the air
But somewhere eerily dying the relation
Bred when you could just silently stare!
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The era of the snail mail seems to be fading, but I truly hope that it survives. Lovely composition.
A wonderful poem on handwritten letters that used to come through 'snail mail' in the 'hushed noon'. Miss those days! 10/10. My poem 'Long Letters, Short Messages' is written on similar lines.