By Leon Basin

The hum of keys beneath my fingers,
Echoes of thoughts in digital streams,
Where once ink met paper, now pixels dance,
On the silent screen, where I dare to dream.

The world spins faster, yet here I pause,
In this digital realm, where stories unfold,
A typewriter reborn in circuits and code,
Crafting verses that challenge the cold.

For in this space, I find my voice,
A place where innovation meets art,
The digital typewriter, my chosen tool,
Where the old world and new impart.

What dreams do you dare to type?
In the quiet hum of night, where bytes take flight?

Sincerely,

@basin_leon


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