Trinkets
My mind a buzz saw, wood chips in decapitated thought soil chilblained hands II Cleansing wood, the keen smell of sawdust - good, raw earth drenching the nostril, clean odour of nature like my brain, a broomstick sweeping the coffee pot speaking ... bubbles massed in steam inchoate in their pensive rivulets.
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"My mind a buzz saw,..."
This evocative piece by Paul Cameron Brown, titled "Trinkets", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...