Faint wisps,so gentle
stored away in
the deep recesses
of my mind.
Waiting to be
unleashed,refreshed
with warmth and
nostalgia.
Like a picture story
where one scene
unfolds after
the other.
Of words and images,
a vast glorious
landscape captured
in its finest moments.
By my mind....
My mind,
so intricate,
subtle and
versatile.
Yet so treacherous.
1 comment:
So this is where you are posting! What a great blog!
I love the last line of your poem. It just turns it all around. Beautiful writing.
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