Swirling Words
And I love how words swirl around my fingers,
The thoughts that dance at the tip of my pen,
The color of imagination sprouts and lingers,
And blooms like a flower again and again;
Whenever ideas pop out to...
The thoughts that dance at the tip of my pen,
The color of imagination sprouts and lingers,
And blooms like a flower again and again;
Whenever ideas pop out to...