jEvELyN

Staring blankly in the keys
Fingers at the right position
Slowly I put myself at ease

Nerves filled with passion

My hand starts to move
Swiftly tapping the letters
With the tickling sound
I suddenly become a dancer

Every steps, every beat
Thoughts suddenly overflow
Every breathe as I pause
A word does really fit

From a single word like a sword

Comes a phrase you can gaze
Then a line, a verse, a chord
Until it becomes a poem of praise

10-19-07 18:26

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