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Drizzling Raindrops

Drizzling Raindrops Sitting here, listening to the soft sound they make on the fence. Lulling myself and my pen into a silent, secret trance. Dreaming of days long ago! When people valued each other! Far more, than a white screen, that ripped out the heart of each other, in an AI's dream. How ironic we will not talk on a telephone anymore! Heaven's no~ It is a task we abhor! Do we really believe we are free from Death's rapacious knock on our door? . Don't you get how totally short life really is? Or do you think that when dead, then, and only then, will you have the time to speak? What a sad, tragic, heartbreking and intellectual mystique! November 21, 2019

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Tom Cunningham

Date: 11/22/2019 6:32:00 AM

Well written Panagiota, nothing annoys me more when talking to a real person and their phone goes and I'm left standing there, got wise to that I just walk off. Tom

Tom Cunningham
Date: 11/24/2019 1:41:00 PM

Thanks Panagiota I will

Panagiota Romios
Date: 11/22/2019 7:25:00 AM

Oh, on a cellphone, that's frequent if they are in a poor signal area. If they have an uncharged phone...you are out of luck. I still prefer landlines and those old phone booths. So lovely, they were in the UK. Thanks for your comment Tom..hug Caleb for me. Xxx

Line Gauthier

Date: 11/21/2019 9:32:00 PM

Many relationships are indeed disappointing, Panagiota. Unlike our relationship with poetry. Your poem is great.

Panagiota Romios
Date: 11/21/2019 9:43:00 PM

You are a philosopher and a poet! We do need people to love and serve. I advocate for conversation in real time...life is short...these devices we use are not people. Panagiota. Rest well.)))