Brainstorm

often
my mind
carves mountains
in the earth,
prancing expanses
of open fields
and
climbing tallest branches
of swaying pines,
clinging to the clouds
and
dropping like a snowflake
to surging rivers
below,
finally overflowing
through fingers
to pages
of
white

Published October 18, 2010 Write a comment
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