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Planting the Seeds of Our Wildest Dreams

I
Marvel
Now and then
‘Bout our essence.
That immortal spirit
That possesses our bodies.
Cultivating our sleeping minds.
Planting the seeds of our wildest dreams.
Stirring the premature fragrance
Of dormant flowers of thought.
Mirrored within an
Image of itself
Inside our
Own mind’s
Eye.

© Copyrights G. Jones 2006

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  • WutheringHeights
    April 5

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    I enjoy a less is more approach when it works. In this case, it does. I love the simplicity of your opening line. Lines 9-10 are interesting; why do you say "premature fragrance" exactly? Also, I don't know if you made it a point or not but I like that you used a possessive in regarding the mind's eye. This is nice!