The Maze of a Creative Mind

Ripples of sonic waves, stimulates creative water

Flowing from the crevices of social interaction, the wind russtles uncertain thoughts

I dig deep to find the footprint

The footprint of a song

A footprint of a poem in motion, hiding from sight

In the brush, I call to it

catching glimpses, I paint a structure

A painting hanging in my gallery

Tones of grey and blue fill a young tattered soul, only to be pushed aside to fulfill important deeds

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