Fingertips dance on the screen—
Not as light, nor as fleet,
As ink on paper’s steady drift.
Beauty lingers in each pacing,
The tap-dancer and the waltzer,
As words follow their lead.
Fingertips dance on the screen—
Not as light, nor as fleet,
As ink on paper’s steady drift.
Beauty lingers in each pacing,
The tap-dancer and the waltzer,
As words follow their lead.