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Mind and Soul (Poem)

One ways, dead ends, and taxi cabs all around,

pushing pass each other

trying to find some way out.

Stop signs and green lights try to

maintain the speed I go,

but it doesn’t matter,

cause I don’t pay attention to them at all.

This is my mind.

Rain drizzling down the panels of the brick house,

the cool wind whispering,

it is here where my mind shuts down

and my soul comes alive.

A place where I am able to let my creativity flow


and disappear for a few days.

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