Misty Mind….

Her memories were fluid

Dripping, slipping grains of yesterday’s

Erratic swells of thought and reason

Ebbed and flowed like the change in season

Unchecked without a warning

Placid skies turn to frantic storming

Each day for her was a walk through dreams

To those who watched

She was torn at the seams…..

Copyright © Murrsma 2015

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