Energy flowing into those little fingers
as they ran across the keys
making my head to spin
and my thoughts scatter all over.
But then again, with so much force
they produce magnificent sounds
and I see my future right ahead.
My broken heart mended
and my torn skin regenerated.
Marvellous, as I watched those little fingers
play my thoughts to sleep
and I, nodding slowly to the rhythm in my head.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
Energy flowing into those little fingers
as they ran across the keys
making my head to spin
and my thoughts scatter all over.
But then again, with so much force
they produce magnificent sounds
and I see my future right ahead.
My broken heart mended
and my torn skin regenerated.
Marvellous, as I watched those little fingers
play my thoughts to sleep
and I, nodding slowly to the rhythm in my head.
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