Mar 2020
When the sun
shines through my hand, my fingers,
When the sun
makes shadows of my hand, my fingers,
When I climb line after line
from one rhyme to the next
rising deeper, unchecked
I write to new heights
bathed in greater lights!
shines through my hand, my fingers,
When the sun
makes shadows of my hand, my fingers,
When I climb line after line
from one rhyme to the next
rising deeper, unchecked
I write to new heights
bathed in greater lights!
Modeled on A.A. Milner's 'Twinkletoes'
(62/M/London, U.K.)
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