I Thought So...

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I never let my mind be idle...

Ebbs and tides play across...

I let lyre chant melodies...

Song birds haunt...

White lilies flutter...

Children prance...

Adults labour...

The rich accumulate...

The poor stretch their plates...

The spiritual chant Sciptures...

The worldly drown in pleasure...

The mountains sink in silence...

The oceans roar breaking silence...

I thought so...

My mind rests not until it drains,

And it never draineth.

This poem is about: 
Me

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