Updated: Mar 30, 2023
Words do fly and leap through withered pages
Born from constant restless furling
Damp from swipes of moist fingertips
Which paved the way for words to fly and leap from surrogate pages
To form a symphony of sentences that feed the mind with comprehension
As thought patterns take the shape of understanding, awareness, rapt attention
As words that fly do leap and dare to beg, read me
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