
The first transatlantic telephone call was made on this day in 1927.
Communication closes distance.
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Ocean’s waters between us, silence dense
The air drew its first breath, waits for sound;
The night heard with patient sense,
The world waited as Silence frowned.
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A single word arced, a thread of light
Waves of sound across the void,
A voice, in time, breaks water’s sighs
Bridges hearts, bonds rejoined.
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Water ripples, blue waves formed
By a voice’s lilt, its fond embrace
Distance softened, waters transformed
By its calming gift of grace
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Silence returns, its weight no more
The sea now hears our joyful cry;
In the space between, a bridge endures
Because we hear each other’s sighs.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin.
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