Dark caverns scattered throughout a mind of creativeness,
hiding morsels of imagination yet to be uncovered.
Barren wastelands strewn across the mind, holding on to
the beginnings of timelessness ready to explore and be
adventuresome.
Wayward winds blowing across canyons of unconsciousness,
slowly forming a new abyss of mourning.
Light filters onto the skyway of remembrance, shining
brightly in anticipation of new poetry.
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