To tell a story…

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foggy mind, rainy thoughts
strolling the boulevard of emptiness
waiting for the dawning of vastness
that deals with the saturation of reflections

as they come and go in the realm of the senses
as they stream along inside the empty shell
words struggled to remain in a silver minute
have vanished and gone in a golden second

flight of fancy scouting for precious words
suited for the collective thoughts of ideas
weaving a story that your mind creates
is like making a bedding without cloth, needle and thread

in a moment wanted words came rushing
in the Sahara now flows water in a stream
clear minds have caught up with inspiration
to write a story needs a solitary isolation…

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