Beyond copper wires,
twisted pair connectors.
I blow to thee a kiss,
poetic.
I float to thee a wish,
in friendship.
Stylings of rhyme
arrangements of metres
lyrics that shine
rhythm that inspires.
Borne by sultry winds
riding on wings gilded
I lend to thee my muse
for this thine interlude.
Above and beyond
the whisperings of muses
knowledge and visions
the keys to greater prose.
All this and more
to thee I wish
upon the whisperings,
of this verse.
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