Smartphones

Kieron

Pitch-black--then dawn with just a click.

The day is lit, and friendship roused.

 

Messages, beyond the window, drift

like clouds, white and grey and blue.

I missed you.

 

Though words arrive for certain, meaning

may not. Like the old, faithful pigeon,

sometimes lost,

far it has to fly, from sky to sky.

  • Author: Kieron (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2024 08:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Teddy.15

    Another gorgeous read, Kieran I am a woman who believes in more than a sweet text or wasaap but I guess it depends from which sky I'm at in that time. This is beautiful. 🌹I guess no matter how the words arrive it's the simplicity of their beauty especially on love.

    • Kieron

      Thank you so much, Teddy 🙂



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