To Step Inside My Mind


A wilting rose
in a barren meadow;
a bird without a voice.
Trees have lost their sway;
the wind has lost its song.
Red dust resides
in rivers run dry;
leaves crunch underfoot--
that is, they would
if it was possible
to step
inside my
mind

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