your mind is a picture

bizarrely, like a shadow of an idea
in the blue moon of your thought,
I've appeared without any weight,
like a stain of blood, — to be felt
any day and ever-more, provoked
with least a sophisticated interest,
for your mind is a picture untamed
and me still intimidated, I dare you
to find me in the atlas of your soul


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