Sometimes the soul is satisfied by poetry. Perhaps you’ve felt that way; if so, try these on for size.
Moves
Sand moves on the beach,
the tides and winds shifting now.
Change is in the air.
On Thinking
Boundaries breaking;
Consciousness being stretched wide.
Restless with my life.
Tuesday
Sitting at my desk,
Not my final destiny.
My mind wanders far.
Catch the theme; whether this has a real name or not, I call it thematic Haiku or therapeutic thinking.
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