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Sands Of The Mind
I think of writing poetry
And I picture a crystal beach
Winds that blow as inspiration
And imagination the sand we see
How these sands seem to go on for miles
Perhaps a stretch never traveled before
A poem rising up out of the blue
Symbolic as waves that dance upon the shore
When the words seem to call my name
This pen suddenly begins to flow
And my thoughts are finally set free
Imaginations' sands upon the wind that blows
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-04-04
And I picture a crystal beach
Winds that blow as inspiration
And imagination the sand we see
How these sands seem to go on for miles
Perhaps a stretch never traveled before
A poem rising up out of the blue
Symbolic as waves that dance upon the shore
When the words seem to call my name
This pen suddenly begins to flow
And my thoughts are finally set free
Imaginations' sands upon the wind that blows
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-04-04
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Sands Of The Mind
Sands Of The Mind