My mind
down dusty corridors, i wander
everywhere lie the discarded thoughts
of a disorganized and undisciplined mind
reminiscent of a once busy museum
now deserted and seemingly long forgotten
Then turning a corner,i find myself
suddenly in the midst of a hive of
activity.
A new Curator has come with fresh ideas and input
reawakened and invigorated
i feel a new sense of purpose and interest
dedicated to
My friend Helena
My flash fiction and Haiku blog
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