Poets Mind
A poets mind is never at rest.
It spins with every thought.
The lines that you have a need to write down,
And the chains of images that hold you captive.
while your dreams run wild and free.
I know that there is no stopping me.
These ideas have to come out.
So, I get my pen and write them down.
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