A poem by Adam Pitas

Splashes catch my screen,
in the airwaves they did gleam,
full of thoughts and wonders,
between some lies and blunders.

Splashes touch my fingers,
droplets wake the ringer,
whispers from afar,
judging who you are.

Wonders, blunders,
my screen and fingers,
that which drips,
in the web it lingers.