My Idle Mind in Winter

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    My Idle Mind in Winter


    My idle mind in winter often roams the street of dreams
    Along the paths and alleyways
    And places in between.
    I imagine I’m there walking beneath a summer’s moon
    Stars are constant, twinkling
    The breeze plays a soothing tune.
    While outside winds are raging, snow blows cold against my door
    Inside, my thoughts sustain me
    Warmed upon some distant shore.

    By Tina Linge

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    dahlusion commented on My Idle Mind in Winter

    02-19-2009

    This is a classic!
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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