Spinning and bucking in the rodeo of life,
letting it's tempo lead the way to heart-
felt emotions.
Soliciting the many thoughts as they wash
upon shores of my mind.
Always leaving beautiful ideas for me to
pick up and plant their seeds deeply in
fertile earth.
Beds of thorns, sticking in my mind,
releasing the pressure of feelings being
pent up ever so long.
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leaving beautiful ideas, good write, thanks. please read my poems and comment.