Minding for Gold

There's a vein of gold
That runs through thought, imagination, and mind
The search can be long, the trail can grow cold
And forgotten words left behind

A random thought, a trivial plot
A couple of great lines, now forgot
The search for the rhyme,
Or just keeping in time

And when the words are set
And the paper with fill
Have we cast our true words, our own true will?
Are they the best words yet?

But that one sliver of gold, is the quest that we share
It speaks our thoughts, exact mental verbatim, so rare


-EinStud

Picture Name: February Sighting Art EinStud 300 px JPG Photo Final
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