The Mind in CreationA Poem by Pi Cee
Furiously quiet,
listening for the thoughts dancing away just fast enough for her quick penciled hand to be a half step too slow. Ideas all around running, floating, walking, blowing in, around, and out his busy mind as the tired brain works hard to catch them all. © 2011 Pi Cee |
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