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Who is knocking? pitter patter
Outside my door
my window
My mind.
On a particularly loud day
I will see her drift by:
words on the wind,
a maze swimming
over a sea of images.
She will never stop
she can't stop
until she finds her
Destination.
hidden,
safe.
Breeze through the trees
catches on the leaves
and I wonder why
I don't see her
anymore
than a barest glimpse--
a lens flare on a sunny day--
just enough of the big picture
to paint a stroke of doubt,
forever a scar on the back of my mind.
Outside my door
my window
My mind.
On a particularly loud day
I will see her drift by:
words on the wind,
a maze swimming
over a sea of images.
She will never stop
she can't stop
until she finds her
Destination.
hidden,
safe.
Breeze through the trees
catches on the leaves
and I wonder why
I don't see her
anymore
than a barest glimpse--
a lens flare on a sunny day--
just enough of the big picture
to paint a stroke of doubt,
forever a scar on the back of my mind.
I wrote this last month, so I'm not sure if I can still explain it. Different mindset now and all. -shrug-
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