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Walking Thought
Some thoughts are made
to rust and brim
some to bloom
its sweetest scent
scents of hope, joy and peace
such are thoughts that combs its nest
that juicy comb
for the homey mind
Don't relent
till your all is out
Don't relent
till you give your own
Don't relent
till your thoughts are out
The walking thought for the blazing mind!
© Tina O Chimma 2013
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