Here sit I...
ideas at the ready,
flowing from the center,
scattering ~
here and there...
thoughts formed
visions erupt...
random words
written in the wind
what light does show
the beginning
a new creation ~
in the making...
awaiting definition
refinement
to be sure...
getting
to
the
point
...
sometime
.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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