Tablet
teardrops appeared on my tablet
on both sides of the glass
mine on top
hers underneath,
shed from miles away
which was which
who was where
did not matter
any longer
real or virtual,
all merged into one
- a brook of joy
running through the valley of time
destined for
unchartered pleasures
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
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