Thoughts
Lurking by the window of my mind
Are thoughts wanting to be designed
I picked those letters hanging in the wind
Stitching them, on paper words were filled
When my tears flow from my weary eyes
Thoughts are wanting to flee in disguise
But all the while it brings me to write
My melancholic and jovial times
Remembering the past, the first loved poem
My heart warmed by its rhymes and syllables
Yesterday's gone, still I cling to poets' song
Thoughts are now a part of my poems' tune
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