Your Mind

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Your mind is like a winding road

Singing songs of our past home

Thoughts adjusting to the stale air

And striking hope within

 

Your mind is like a steaming teapot

Brewing with ideas

Bringing laughter and joy to all

Settling down-never

 

Your mind is a dying willow

Shaking in the wind

Hope is gone yet beauty resides

Forever alone-cry

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