In a wild tumble of things
The forest that is our mind
conceives a thought
Stretching and tugging and pulling
Building up, up
An idea.
Messy scrawl of a fist
Guided by a distracted mind
Lost in words,
echoes dancing behind eyes
fingers fold the page crisp.
Deep, soul-filled chuckles
Break through chapped lips
Seeking, seeking ears,
on wooden arms
pounding knuckles.
Thicker in words than in size
Holds more than a thousand lies
Hands
And happy cries
A novel of love will rise.
The forest that is our mind
conceives a thought
Stretching and tugging and pulling
Building up, up
An idea.
Messy scrawl of a fist
Guided by a distracted mind
Lost in words,
echoes dancing behind eyes
fingers fold the page crisp.
Deep, soul-filled chuckles
Break through chapped lips
Seeking, seeking ears,
on wooden arms
pounding knuckles.
Thicker in words than in size
Holds more than a thousand lies
Hands
And happy cries
A novel of love will rise.
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