My finger twirled.
In the box of black.
It created words.
I am sure even worlds.
How simple it appear
And easy to disappear.
With both short
and long press of the key.
A smile was made,
A tear was dropped,
A joke was laughed,
A past was remembered.
As candid as it seems
the essence always deluges.
Those who took it
taken for granted.
--
An impromptu poem which I haven't done in years.
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