Liquid Mind
My mind is not a library of ancient,
stodgy old books.
It looks like a rushing rainbow mercury
river that finds life's crannies and brooks.
It has eclectic power and mass, and goes
Wherever it well pleases, at long last!
It's an unstoppable river, that has no
time to please any nor to stand still.
Just blesses the rich land as it
Laughingly slides down the hills.
It cannot be contained nor put in a jar.
My liquid mind is too magical by far!
5/21/2019
3:30pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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