Poetic Progress
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Sandra Feldman
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I tap the screen
With the tip
Of my finger
And there you are,
Miraculously!
With all poetry
That fascinates
And lingers,
But I will never
See you,
Face to face
We will always
Remain strangers,
On a virtual base
But oh, the magic
That some technical
Advances convey,
Can't be compared,
To the once secretive
Romantic, passivity,
Of yesteryears
As nostalgia
Sheds a single tear...
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