Still Standing Still
Lost in a thought,
A mind set to jot.
To enter a trance,
No movement - a stance.
No trace of a laugh,
A blank photograph.
Dots are connected,
A vision infected.
A stare into space,
Still standing in place.
Making no sound,
Lost and then found.
Six senses attack,
The world has come back.
- Yours Truly
Copyright © Yours Truly | Year Posted 2013
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