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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1 Review Added on November 20, 2011 Last Updated on November 20, 2011 AuthorPi CeeParkersburg, WVAbout"Regardless of whether the answer of 'what do I mean to you' flatters me or not, such a question's only intention is merely for a shared understanding of one's place in another's life." "If I a.. more..Writing
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