SKYPE

Distance beauty in my hand,
brings me when i talk to you.
With modern technology your voice i will,
repeatedly and easily tail to me.

Speed of light video between us,
like humans at the same table.
Length of road small when the technology wag,
our words of luck.

It is so that real is more though,
when it comes to togetherness.
Still it‘s somewhat better to run the internet,
instead of shortage of doorway of communication.

Building such a wonder that so very few get to enjoy,
is higher than understanding gets.
We babble in live broadcast and the words rush,
in spite of real is most to the front.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
This is a translated poem that i translated from Icelandic language. This poem talks well about distant communication, it is good but can never replace a good face to face talk.

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