Strings of invisible ribbons tie us to an ancient path of mindless banter…
rounded pebbles and cool water underneath our feet…
splashing us from echoes of swirls…
and carved scriptures and feathered inked dipped tips…
fog and sanity,
lost in the unknown places of the mind.
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I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
forgottenmeadows 
April 28, 2014 at 5:59 pm
Wow, the language in this is exquisitely beautiful.
April 28, 2014 at 6:00 pm
aww thank you so much! 🙂 ❤
April 28, 2014 at 6:06 pm
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
“LOST IN UNKNOWN PLACES OF THE MIND….”
April 28, 2014 at 7:03 pm
Thank you so much for the reblog again Sir! 🙂 Much appreciated! 🙂
April 28, 2014 at 6:10 pm
Niiiice!
April 28, 2014 at 6:15 pm
Thank you! 🙂
April 28, 2014 at 6:21 pm
Mind versus rationality?
Sanity splashing underneath , ancient scriptures banter dipped fog to unknown pepples of ribbon echoes. D)
April 28, 2014 at 6:21 pm
Nice! thank you 🙂
April 28, 2014 at 6:24 pm
De rien.
April 28, 2014 at 6:43 pm
Very uniquely written. I think that banter is playful and the rocks and cool water can make the words fit together with the meaning.
April 28, 2014 at 6:46 pm
Thank you very much! 🙂
May 31, 2014 at 10:13 am
Reblogged this on forgottenmeadows.