Tink Tink Tink
tink tink tink, the keys begin to plink.
thoughts begin to fill the air.
i no longer sit and stare.
quieting the rush of silence.
on this nicer side of the fence.
courage just to say a word.
now this brave soul can be heard.
fill the page with inspiration.
take the mind on a vacation.
sharing thoughts with all the world.
layers fall as they're unfurled.
this is what we call a gift.
even if we never shift.
so enjoy the once again.
words that get put down in pen.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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