The mind of a poet.
Its not neat, clean, or tidy.
Nothings in order,
A paper hear a paper there.
Words scattered though out our minds.
Eccentric?
Maybe…
Crazy?
Only sometimes.
But the only thing that describes it all is
The Mind Of A Poet.
Always changing,
Confusing odd and a little strange
It’s a mind of a poet.
Also known as: Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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