A mobile phone
Makes me lonely.
I tried to hear
Wind's words from you.
I tried to hear
Fire's words from you.
But I heard
A baby crying.
A mobile phone
Makes me lonely.
It knows
Words outside
Of words.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. Auguries of Innocence William Blake
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