I wrote this while thinking about how much flows through our minds at once. It's a jumble of thoughts to sort out, but the result is a new creation.
Beneath the ribs, a hidden trove Where dreams and memories drove Not jewels of gold, but gems of love In whispered thoughts, the heart, a dove From laughter's Light to sorrow's tears Unveil the treasures held so dear, Each pulse is a story, etched and bright And in your heart, find inner might With thoughts in tons, ready to take flight Unleash the riches held within, bathed in guiding light
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