PULSE
It's ticking, it's tickling
anytime of day
for each moment I breathe;
the blood seeps through the pipe
quilting ideas, that long
have impregnated
in the womb of my mind.
My thought bursts
with words conceived;
life "pulsates in the veins
of my pen."™
It's ticking, it's tickling.
© Leah C Dancel
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