By Latika M
Ideas sprout to life.
Imagination runs wild.
My head; an unkempt garden.
Out-of-control thoughts germinate and grow like weed,
Choking, crowding, invading every available space.
Like leaves, words fall through fingertips,
Permeating page upon page with the colours of autumn.
A collection of foliage; pressed, preserved, captured forever
Unless, of course, I hit delete.
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