You sit mesmerised as words dance across a screen
Twirling in time
with the drumming of her fingers across a keyboard.
Words painted so vividly,
each colour holds you still in that moment.
Poems that seem cast from another time,
A golden age of poets and minstrels.
Each poem equally as beautiful as the last
Just as each flower within nature blooms
So do her words.
I thank you for the reading pleasure your words have
A tribute to the writing of Bindu Vijayan