there are times when words flow
little thinking,
quick inking,
eyes blinking.
i can not keep up with my mind
the pen is slow
the heart and mind work fast
the words become part of my past
there are times when words flow
little thinking,
quick inking,
eyes blinking.
i can not keep up with my mind
the pen is slow
the heart and mind work fast
the words become part of my past