Thoughts, our personal sanctuary,
we hope to keep for evermore.
Like memories of rushing waves,
crashing on a pebble shore.
A precious moment etched in time,
and individual, as we are.
Most are happy, some traumatic
and bound to leave a scar.
Thoughts, deep within our spirit,
uniquely private and unsaid.
A sense of loss and failure,
can fill the soul with dread.
Yet thoughts are also freedom,
Inside, we say the words we feel.
Our poetry is expression,
of those feelings we reveal,
Please tell me what you think
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super,,bouncy rhyme and lyrical flow. and yes thoughts are our freedom.thanks ann ,hugs
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