Through Her Fingertips
She’s a poet with no name
A pseudonym her claim to fame.
Without sight she moves countless hearts
When with passion and panache
dusts off her mind,
Swamps the world with allegory
And tells it as it is and when
She touches the joy on cherished lips
Feels the warmth of our smile.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2022
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