Fingers are placed
Gingerly, accurately
On the key board
The touching of the keys
Feels like flowing water
Making
Words to emerge
As crabs appearing
From under the sand
Designing spectacular marks
On the undisturbed
Surface of the screen
Or the sand
Only to be washed away
By the rushing of the water
To the shore
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A great poem! Somehow I got swept away by the current of your easy flowing words and I'm overjoyed! Thank you very much!