Moments dissolve under my fingertips Meaningless The spark oh, that spark how I chase you! You tease me tempt me I dream of the other side of the page Blissful virginal world of my creation The rush! Spark ensnared! fleeting elusive Fingers fly across the keyboard before the evaporation of the Spark Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
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Thank you my Dear Friend! ❤
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This is a great poem, Penny. Well done.
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Thank you, Robbie! 🙂
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