_My ever chatty mouth,
Shuts at this reflective discovery often,
There are Thoughts,
In my Mindy heart,
Lingering, pleading
Dying to be penned._
_Sitting beneath a tree,
Whose leaves shimmer in red, golden,
Smiling at me often,
I wonder, I ponder
The magic amidst then._
_The mind,
Engrossed, imbibed
On what may happen.
There's a thoughty fight happening,
I can't speak much of then._
_I listen, I wonder,
Which one to listen,
As both are compelling
With a fact in them _
_There's a voice inside,
That nobody, but myself listens
Crying, compelling, inspiring
Telling, teaching me so much often._
_It moves,
It stuns,
It giggles often,
But oh that voice,
Is a loud, loud voice
That Makes the mouth
Engrossed & silenced._
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
_My ever chatty mouth,
Shuts at this reflective discovery often,
There are Thoughts,
In my Mindy heart,
Lingering, pleading
Dying to be penned._
_Sitting beneath a tree,
Whose leaves shimmer in red, golden,
Smiling at me often,
I wonder, I ponder
The magic amidst then._
_The mind,
Engrossed, imbibed
On what may happen.
There's a thoughty fight happening,
I can't speak much of then._
_I listen, I wonder,
Which one to listen,
As both are compelling
With a fact in them _
_There's a voice inside,
That nobody, but myself listens
Crying, compelling, inspiring
Telling, teaching me so much often._
_It moves,
It stuns,
It giggles often,
But oh that voice,
Is a loud, loud voice
That Makes the mouth
Engrossed & silenced._
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