Fresh thoughts
These new poems are my fresh thoughts,
In those thoughts, my dreams stand and shout.
Striving to solve the riddles, they strive,
My soul always hungers for something new to thrive.
This poem is a page of my life,
A crown still rests upon my mind's strife.
When I burn with the day I once knew,
In its place, only ash like snow will strew.
The new poem – secrets never heard,
You yearn to share in my every word.
How will you find the ashes of my mind,
When my thoughts have burned, leaving no trace behind?
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