An ode to thoughts
My empty Thoughts, you inspire my sight.
How I love the way you think and suggest,
Invading my mind day and the night,
Always dreaming without having rest.
Let me compare you to a calm crowbar?
You are more noisy and more fantasy.
Dark storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumn time has the soft annecy.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your angles that is unbelievable.
Wanting your Mysterious fills my days.
My love for you is the accounts not receivable.
Now I must away with a quiet heart,
Remember my void words speak we both dark.
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