Keeping Thoughts Pure
Squalid thoughts,
Disguised as Dust Bunnies,
Lie dormant,
In a mind's un-swept corners,
Awaiting time and opportunity
To be unloosed from confinement,
By the tongue.
But never,
Will squalid thoughts,
Be ascertained hibernating,
In a beautiful mind.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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