The Black Curtains of My Mind

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Drifting
atop the rolling water
caressing my sides
making ripples against
the Black Curtains of My Mind
Walking
through green and lively trees
ground so springy
their leafs softly brushing
the Black Curtains of My Mind
Standing
on a dry sandy hill
wind through my hair
the grains pushing aside
the Black Curtains of My Mind
Floating
in the dark night fog
city lights below
all the swirling brightness shinning on
the Black Curtains of My Mind
Silence
outside so quiet and calm
yet inside
everything is blocked and hiding behind
the Black Curtains of My Mind





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earthmom said...
Nov. 20, 2008 at 12:31 am
very nice, I enjoyed reading all of them.
Thanks for the pleasure.
 
BeeJay said...
Nov. 19, 2008 at 11:55 pm
the depth of this writer is becoming to come through.
My being was touched with "ripples against the Black Curtains of My Mind". The 'Curtains' subject to "brushing", "pushing", and finally the hope of "shinning". Maybe next time, all not totally "blocked".
 
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