Paper Cuts
Paper cuts
Delving in deep
affluent mind of floating words
Finding them in a jumbled heap
Deeply the waters of my heart stirs
Fumbling feet are my pen that slurrs
Suddenly finding my footing
An island in a creative mind
All new, and oh so soothing
A lost treasure I find
A nutshell of a thought
Seems like naught but meager
I plant it, the nutshell my mind brought
And found my art, and now I grow eager
Blossoming out of the ground
In a nutshell that I found
I fell the tree for hazelnuts
Instead I put words on thin sliced paper cuts
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