The Mind - poem

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A sound, expressed in many ways,
As strong as your loved ones gaze,
It throws your emotions, far and wide,
And a sound you may never hide.

A feeling, of which only you know the meaning,
may be inside you, sleeping,
It controls you, it blinds you,
and a feeling, she might have too.

A thought, of something forever lost,
no memory, no matter the cost,
It may destroy you, consume itself,
To push you forward, to remember yourself.

A human, destructive but loving,
made of everything, and nothing,
One human, of every kind,
but of course, this is how works, the human mind.

04/28/2009
Mjllonir
 
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