Written
tapping with Anticipation
a Happiness like no other
Indescribable, inconceivable, Ready
Letters sing my symphony
Rhythm forcing the Soul to cry,
As the Illusion fades away
bearing my thoughts to naked,
I no longer hear the outer world
Wandering an empty page I find
those precious things I have lost
Ink dances on the Paper
the song echoing in the words that I write…
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Interesting poem. Look forward to reading more of your work. Also the work of others who share their creative works. I shall return several times to dwell on this poem. Congratulations! You appear to have learned your craft well.
Interesting poem. Look forward to reading more of your work. Also the work of others who share their creative works. I shall return several times to dwell on this poem. Congratulations! You appear to have learned your craft well.