The
mind.
Like a
well.
Thoughts, ideas
materialize filling
up the
space.
Creative ideas
taking root
grow
leafing out.
Nooks
and crannies
bulging
ripe with
fruit.
Needing
to be
released,
released
to
a different
realm.
Actively moved,
written, brushed,
sung, acted.
Gone,
mind cleared.
Time
now for
renewal.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 7th, 2018 10:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
Comments1
wow! so beautifully done!
Hi CH,
Thank you kindly for reading my work.
JG
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