The bird flies high
takes my heart away
to the far off
cold beautiful land
where once the
terror ruled.
I sit in frontof a machine
typing out alphabets
that carry meanings
I wait for those signals
to sing the tone
and happily I pick
the box which
transports voices
across nations.
I can see faces
onthe screen,
smiling, laughing
,looking lovingly
into my eyes
conveying those words
unsaid, far away
where those cold
snow peaked mountains
reside.
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