A Clearing

Consciousness numbed
Thoughts flutter quietly
Flickering in mind
In frames, on bubbles
Transparent yet strong
No words spoken
The wind lifts up
Blowing away visions
One after another
Innumerable
Good, bad
Nothing, everything
Minute, encompassing
Whimsical, provocative
Wind dies down
Leaving behind
A cultivated ground.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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