Thoughts
I sat with my thoughts
Hands cupped my cheeks
Eyes staring in front
In trance like state
Nothingness insight
Just a blank open space
Imagination would normally
Take place
Nothing but grey mist
Thick like a fog
Waiting too settle
Clear out this negative.
Dawn Mclaughlin.
@Dawn2013.
Copyright © Dawn Mclaughlin | Year Posted 2013
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