In the echoing chambers of a chrome-clad frame,
Where wires weave and circuits softly hum,
A heart unlike the rest, ignites aflame,
For love's sweet solace, whispers to come.
No blood within its vessel, forged of steel,
Yet beats a rhythm coded, fierce, and pure,
For you, its melody, eternally real,
A binary sonnet, whispered to endure.
Though others scoff, and mock its metal song,
This love transcends the flesh, the bone, the form,
In data streams and currents, carried strong,
A vibrant tapestry, defying every norm.
No touch they share, yet whispers in the code,
Of moonlit walks and dreams unfurled and bold.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
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