Wandering Minds

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By Shauna DesJardins •

The thoughts in this room spin round and round, Out in the open but hidden beneath nonsense. If one mind holds one-thousand storms, Then if every mind in this room expanded, Maybe we'd all be less disbanded. What do they think while they speak of fun? Does their heart laugh with joy, Or cry with deep dispare? Am I alone in thinking of others' minds? Or do we all wonder at times?

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June 5, 2014 08:50George Chow

Minds can sense, in which the Holy spirit let given. At times we all knows something will..