Words

Words dancing
On the tip of my pen
On the tip of my tongue
A river of black ink

Poems flowing
From the darkness of dusk
From the brightness of dawn
Daily rhythms re-synced

Stories baking
In the heat of my passion
In the furnace of my heart
My imagination expanding

Spirit flowing
In the heart of my praise
In the centre of my soul
My joy never-ending



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