Those enigmatic computers causing mess,
with multitudes of cybernetic rove.
Their frequent breakdowns causing stress,
robbing me of the treasures from the worldly grove
Staring at my empty screen, no words from afar…
computer dead end alley
Thinking am I a lonely wandering star…
But then, lo! and behold!
The messages are coming through
The poems from abroad in my mind unfold…
I'm no longer lonely…with sonatas so very few
by Rose-Marie Sandelius
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