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When the Mind Wanders
By Lord R.e. Taylor
He never knows when it will happen
Maybe when he is in bed, barely sleeping
Sitting in his office, while he works
Or even if he is doing nothing at all
His mind starts to wander
Not to unknown fantasies
Rather, to memories he did not seek
Scenes lost to years past
Still, he remembers each of them
And he looks back on them in amazement
Because he knows they are a part of him
Parts he will always treasure
© Poem – XXII/V/MMXXVI
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