A pen in my hand,
A pad on my thigh,
My mind wandered.

I let out a sigh,
A quiet contentment,
As the world passed me by.

On the bench,
A jar of dye,
The color of the sky.

On the paper,
My hand flies.

And upon it,
Grew a blue painted lie.

A flower in my hand,
A lonely crow cried.
My mind wandered.

And I wondered,
What that would imply,
As I closed my eyes,
And said goodbye.

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This story was inspired by a writing prompt from the “Promptly Written” Publication.

My mind wandered…