Thoughts come to me
Diverse multitude of thoughts;
Some are colorful, some agile
Some are void and some of loss.
Thoughts are sometimes divine
Sometimes thoughts of secret sin,
Invaded deep in mind;
Sometimes blissful: thoughts of my innocent teen.
I have seen thoughts, playing in eyes
I have seen them in dreams
They are enigmatic
And they stay in all my whims.
These many buckets of thoughts
These are my priceless treasure
The more I spend, the more it grows
Thus I live in my 'Thoughts' forever !!!
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