Tag: thought
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Motes of the Unsaid
Like dry sand running through your fingers, faint susurrations of thought, ephemeral and non cohesive, falling in motes of the unsaid, creating a beach at my feet. Where is the torrent, the raging waters of inspiration? Where is the jumble and collide caused by the tides of imagination? I am marooned in the calm empty…
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #54: Free & Think – Delusion
You believe you’re free whilst spoken words imprison a truth of your soul © ceenoa
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