Reminiscence

"A Process" 
 Scattered thoughts roam aimlessly, 
 through the portals of my mind. 
 Interweaving through each other, 
 never knowing what they'll find. 
 Sometimes they merge and get together, 
 to form a certain scene. 
 Then I begin to write about, 
 just what I think they mean. 
 Those random thoughts that conjure up, 
 the visions that I see, 
 somehow become the source of words, 
 that form my poetry. 
 
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