Undiscovered Poetry
A place for my undiscovered poems, thoughts, and pearls of wisdom.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Tonight, my mind meanders
through the pages of my soul.
I read my thoughts in the ink of my pen,
surprised at their
outcome.
If I am quiet,
I can hear the smooth
ramblings of my head.
If I concentrate,
I can understand.
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