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Claire Howland

Thoughts fill your mind and take up all your time,

Fluttering like a thousand hover flies,

They burn like candles in the dark, they shine,

Each thought lives, then is forgotten, and it dies.

Though thoughts possess great beauty and great power,

Few of them escape into the air,

They grow inside your head and bloom like flowers,

But most of them remain in hiding there.

If thoughts are not expressed they can’t be free,

So speak up, or write them down, be sure to keep

These thoughts, or hidden they will always be,

Left to rot with every night of sleep.

Don’t simply let an idea drift away,

Even if most trivial it seems,

Because for every thought there comes a day

When it grows strong enough to chase it’s dreams.

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