The Introvert

Sat, 05/11/2013 - 17:56 -- mrmills

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48111
United States
42° 11' 21.9696" N, 83° 29' 8.4876" W

A quiet world of constant sound,
Thoughts drift on for miles.
A single place where she can be found,
And mysteriously, she smiles

Silent pathways of days and years
A touch, and waves of sensation.
The world wonders at silent tears,
Nothing, with such emotion.

Penciled words on moonlit leafs
A vibrant hand emotes
A crystal view of muddled thoughts,
That the mind of the creator dotes.

People pass this little wallflower
Silent her garden grows
Of thoughts and words, endless power
And only when one seeks, is shown.

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