Phone Calls

A voice can be heard,

over cold copper lines,

and tenderness can flow just as gently.

But a face can't be seen,

and a body can't be held,

for tis' but cold copper lines.

Emotions perveyed,

a days tail unfolds,

and lonliness subsides.

A short conversation,

leaves no room for deliberation,

I now feel quite much like celebration.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About a sweet voice...

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That is so sweet