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| Glamping by MaryAD Art |
In roseate shadows where dreams are seen
Her fingers tap her thoughts across the screen
The words of love upon hi-tech device
As old as time; for love remains the same
It is no science nor is it precise
As it catches the soul in its embrace
Lingering gazes lead the heart inside
The eyes. For love is where the passions race
As secret desires melt when they collide
Emotive senses we once brushed aside
Retold each night while talking by machine
As typed words become a whispering name
In separated tears that leave no trace
And sleep softly reclines in love’s entice
© J Farmer 2013
Notes:
Form: Ivorian Sonnet C
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