The Mystical Mind

Inside the mystical mind

It’s part grey

Trees with no leaves

Speaking in scariness

A wind from the east

Brings a haunting chill

You could almost hear a voice

Crying out for help

The other part is orange

Flowers with happy smiles

Calmness fills the air while

The harp plays it’s music

The soul attempts to clear the grey and hopefully succeeds

Photos taken by me