Let writing dance around
like music notes,
bring rhythm to your fingertips,
juicing your heart.
Leaving only a field of interpretation,
What your mind thinks.
Let it leave spontaneous convolutions
of an expected manner.
The feeling when you sit with friends
and feel a part of the jigsaw image that is being created.
Warmth, with a simple smile.
Not just a facial spasm.
Let writing dance
in a field
that never ends;
to music that
only the heart
can hear.
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