Will you see me behind the bright whiteness of screen?
Will I see you? Say me! Where is a golden mean?
How to meet in the space? How to find you? Well why
I can not touch to you? It’s my dreams (like a fly
Which such little but strong) to flit thousands of miles
Which divides us - to get in the net of your smiles!
White screen... I print this text and I trust that will meet
You, of course, in the real world. That’s all what I need!