Thoughts

Tue, 08/08/2017 - 13:39 -- phil

My Thoughts drip and trickle onto a silver plate,

As I try to contemplate their love and their hate.

Soon it overflows and stains a White plush cloud,

And when the wicked wind blows it rains onto the ground.

 

- Anonymous

This poem is about: 
Me

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