| Poet's hand |
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| 27th of March, 2002 |
| Alone here I sit at my desk Wondering, dreaming and thinking A cloud visions calmly fall upon me See the words of written songs Hear the songs of written words My pencil keeps on reflecting what I think And all around me is my inspiration Quick notes and brief letters Beautiful writings and endless stories All for the reader's eyes I tell you my dreams I tell you my thoughts I tell you my fantasy I tell you my stories Pages I fill with letters poetric arranged Man's mind is a box of treasures The flame that's burning in us all Is ignited by the words of the poet's hand 24/7 I work on my poems My hands shan't ever know rest Until I've emoted man's feelings The words that are written The letters that been made [Linger long] I dream of beautiful things And when I wake up, I write them down No challenge known exists for me See me mapping the sky Hear me naming the stars I tell you my dreams I tell you my thoughts I tell you my fantasy I tell you my stories Pages I fill with letters poetric arranged Man's mind is a box of treasures The flame that's burning in us all Is ignited by the words of the poet's hand |