My mind-
a barren
wasteland
Devoid
of words
that enrich
its soil
A desolation
so desperate
I
yearn
the
dance
of
tumbleweeds
Writings of quirks, conundrums, and poetry; congruous to life's everyday experiences...and dilemmas.
I absolutely love this poem!
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Me too :-) My mind felt like a "barren wasteland" for months. But now it feels as if I'm dancing (finally) in a field of lilacs.
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