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Words float from my fingertips, A delicate sensation; Like fireworks on a darkened sky, An explosive inspiration. Shooting 'cross a blackened sky, To illuminate the night; Scattering the darkness away; With beams of shimmering light. Pouring forth from deep within, Like pounding waves of desire; The words no longer lay silently, But speak the need to inspire. The beauty of the written word, Defined by inspiration; Cries out inside to be released, In a sensual flirtation. Words float from my fingertips, In a dance of written desire; To sing a song of ecstacy, And the beauty to inspire. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©2000
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