thefauxartist

There's rosemary – that's for remembrance


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INTJ

These thoughts
They teem
They swirl
They brew a tempestuous sea.
Rolling in spirit,
they breathe.

Reveling in their exuberance,
They long to crash onto shore;
Dipping the golden grains of earth
To mark their presence for all.

Pen reached out for paper,
a mighty splash ensued;
The waves gone forever,
Nothing left imbued.

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