photo by Alvin Pang |
to the lovers is whispered to the breeze.
When the letters came, the poets wrote.
And the lovers read what the moon says.
The phones lines stretched and what the moon
says the lovers hear on each other's voices.
Now the moon looks at its virtual self on the Net
and what it says
is whispered long and quiet on email.
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