Digital verse

A Poem by Ghiasquared

My muse wears many a face
Words flowing from digital ink
Fingers flying at furious pace
Ideas abound no need to think

Better each day my written thought
Practicing craft 'till I get it right
Perfection of verse is all that's sought
Dreaming in rhyme in the dead of night

Waking in morn with a different view
Mind pours some fresh new verse
A new creation as fresh as dew
Publishing now across the web I disperse