It was like a spring bubbling up inside of me, ever flowing, threatening to burst.
I tried to share it with the world:
"Come drink from the spring", I cried happily.
But they just filled the well with rocks,
and carried on thirsty.
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An Ocean Of Thoughts
PoesíaNever be fooled; the quiet ones have a lot to say. So come with me on a journey, I really hope you stay. I want to show you the wondrous thoughts that float upon this sea and maybe when you're finished you'll understand the mind of a quiet girl like...
