you couldn’t tell by
the way i walk, my
mind talks eloquently
in fine, poetic lines
i make sunflowers grow
from stones, and i
make silence reach for
musical tones – my mind
is crowded even when
i’m alone – full of clouds,
a turquoise sky,
burning candles
and herons fly
from somewhere
shrouded in the wintry
unknown – that is my mind,
fleeting thoughts,
long gone, yet never
left behind

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: bumble

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