It’s raining
Outside
This mind
Of thought
Partly cloudy
74 degrees
Florida winter night
No one in sight
Vacant parking lot
Solo automobile
It’s peaceful here
Like wind in my hair
When thoughts are voiced
And feelings are shared
A weighted mind
Finds peace in the air
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Author:
aOnceSoloExistence (
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Comments1
such a lovely flow
each stanza, a standalone
thought bubble
and each metaphor
blending into the other
like flour being kneaded
into a whole
that's refreshing and warm
as a slice
of just baked bread, or poetry..
both food
one for the belly
and that other, most necessary
of Artistry, for the mind!
(a great read,
thanks for sharing)
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