Thursday Rhymes 2.4.15

Sometimes when the world falls silent
mind starts to chatter
like a little child
just gifted with power of speech
it goes on and on and on,
ceaselessly it chats about things
that no longer matter, or never mattered,
like a duck it dives inside the mind
stirring the calm water
creating a muddy trail
looking for snails that are buried deep.

thursday rhymes 18.9.14

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