Sanctuary of the Mind
Of all the earth’s sanctuaries, my mind is all that remaineth. 
Perchance the day will come when even that is set aside
Forsaken might be all winged thoughts underneath which I once would glide
The daily tones & shades of worldly monotony
But for now the corner of my kitchen, a cup, a sleeping city, in this moment seized…the abyss of my mind will do, So that I might swim one more night, as time tauntingly bids my life an elongated adieu.
Yousef Talal Eshmawi
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Mind thee of Scotland and the Heather covered hills
Heather
to mind thee of the bonny lass who made your heart stand still
take thee lad to distant lands
to where’ere the good Lord will
but mind thee lad of Scotland and the Heather covered hills
by Heather Jamieson-Brown(to help her teacher remember her name, she sayeth!)
