Nothing sacredA Poem by Photochickmind in a state of fluxMy mind flits from here to there
Imagine a humming bird
Taking nectar where it finds it
My thoughts reel far and wide
No longer keeping focus
Wrecking ball thrown off target
Swinging wildly
Nothing is safe or sure
Nothing is sacred
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Added on April 22, 2013 Last Updated on April 22, 2013 Tags: openness, confusion, bewildered Author
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