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A Strange Flow
Thoughts dance in stillness,
blinking, the mind’s quiet pulse
a moment takes shape.
Blink, a fleeting pause,
the echo of thought lingers,
like ripples in time.
Thinking of thinking,
eyes close, reopen again
the world blinks with me.
blinking, the mind’s quiet pulse
a moment takes shape.
Blink, a fleeting pause,
the echo of thought lingers,
like ripples in time.
Thinking of thinking,
eyes close, reopen again
the world blinks with me.
Published 18th Jan 2025
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Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
January 2025
A Strange Haiku
January 2025
A Strange Haiku
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18th Jan 2025 10:26pm
19th Jan 2025 1:42am
Thank you kind Crimsin , eyes close, reopen again the world blinks with me.. I appreciate your kind comments and that you found the flowing haiku inviting and to share the moment
Malcolm x
Malcolm x
