the cell phoneA Poem by Nani Minothe real lovethe cell phone is still calm in my poor hand, wails like a sad orphan in the lap of pain. Ah! I scream the other part in which land? Heavy minutes for my heart to sustain, Before I see her number in the screen, Before I switch off the hope of meeting. I will give her a chance to be the queen In a world she buried her sick meaning. Now all the numbers are the same to me 0h! let not our minds on the phone to be, Life is a fleeting glimpse, so we can see. The light of truth when death sets our souls free. Love is for ever only to the One, Keep close to him , warm yourself by his sun.
© 2015 Nani MinoAuthor's Note
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