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Saturday, November 8, 2014

Oh the beauty of the silent mind....

Oh the beauty of the silent mind
Mysterious treasures it will find
Poetic phrases standing in line
To mix and mingle and form a rhyme

It goes unspoken and nobody knows
The powerful punch, the magnetic pulls
Of the  words enlivened by the mystic world:
Invisible encounters making the  poetic swirl..

Ah the appearance of the rhyming word
It seems to be echoing something  unheard
It challenges the reader to the ocean most deep
And surrounds it with the silences that will speak.

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